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It’s funny, because the Gallos aren’t exactly poor, either But there are levels to rich, just like everything else

Anyway, I’ll be glad to get back to reality for a day

Nessa kindly lends me her Jeep to drive home I don’t actually have h randoe that I could take whatever I wanted, assuine for his own bizarre purposes I guess I could get one now I’ve got plenty ofthe Griffins for a parking spot

I head over to Old Town, feeling like it’s been months instead of only weeks since I was here last

Driving up these faain I see the shops and bakeries I knoell, and I think how funny it is that Callum and I lived only a few miles apart from each other all this time, yet our worlds are so different

All kinds of people have lived in Old Town over the years—when it was full of Gere Patch” Later, Puerto Ricans moved in, and an army of artists And plenty of Italians, too

My grandfather bought our house in the 50s It’s a grand old Victorian—eh, as dark and steeply gabled as a haunted house, shaded by overgrown oak trees and backed by a walled garden

My father hollowed out an underground parking garage for all of Nero’s ongoing projects, so I drive down below street level to park, cli the stairs up to the kitchen, where I surprise Greta by throwing my arms around her thick waist

“Minchia!” she shrieks, spinning around with a spoon in hand, spattering me with to home? I would have made dinner!”

“You aredinner,” I observe

“I would have made better dinner”

“I love everything youto snitch the spoon from her hand so I can taste the sauce

She uses it to smack my knuckles instead

“No! It’s not ready yet”

I seize her around the waist and hug her again, squeezing her tight and trying to lift her off the ground