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“Next,” I said; however, the picture didn’t colanced overher wrist “Do you need you a moment?”

“I’e the photo “Next is Italo Tizzone, age twenty-seven, born and raised in Palermo, the capital of Sicily He was a painter and was admitted into the Academy of Fine Arts of Palermo at seventeen, but joined the Italian Ar”

“Why?”

“He wrote his reason for enlisting as losing his girlfriend in the terrorist attack in the city that year”

Italo Tizzone

I remembered when my father told me of how he ended up in jail because of my mother and how he’d met the leader of the Italians inside The man’s nicknaht it was the dumbest naain until one day, my mother told him that ‘The Spoon’s real name was Giuseppe Tizzone, and that when Giuseppe was a boy, he ran into the woods to find his little brother Soay When Giuseppe found them, his brother was naked and tied to a tree The boys were laughing as they threw rocks at him; they had even burned his clothes Giuseppe had run out of the house so quickly the only thing he had in his hand was the spoon fro He used that spoon and stabbed out the eyes of two boys The third one tried to run away, but Giuseppe chased him, stripped the boy off his pants, shoved the spoon up his ass, and bent it

Fro about the spoon But over ti the whole story Giuseppe didn’t bring it up because of his brother, and so everyone just assumed it was his nickname until it becaht about so to hurt…and to mess with people

The look on my father’s face that day…it was like the clouds opened up and he saw Christ After he got over the shock, he questioned why my mother had never told him that, and because my mother seemed to alant to piss hio to the damn library Do I look like I have time to tell you the history of everyone? The only reason I’ you now is that if I have to listen to you speak about your little vacation in jail oneto send you back!”

My father cursed her out She cursed him out and then left When it was over, my father fell back into his chair and shook his head I would never forget the i to hi hard to just to say, ‘I’ about it because it headed wench’” And then he sht up The Spoon or his tiain Not even when Wyatt had asked him

Because he loved and understood her that much

“Ethan?”

Shaking lanced back up at the freckle-faced, tan-skinned th, dark brown hair “What about the rest of his family?”

“Mo all live happily in Palero about nine years ago No wife but one daughter She lives in Spain now He has another uncle…No, he had another uncle who co?”

“Next”