Becca.After gelato, James escorted us to a nice study lined with books and scattered with comfortable furniture. James poured us some after-dinner drinks—grappa—and we sat on two sofas, James next to me, Sofia across on another loveseat."Are you ready to get up and do all of this again tomorrow?" Sofia asked, winking at us. "There's a wake at the Cathedral before mass, is there not?"I groaned and leaned my head against James's shoulder. "My feet are never going to survive.""Might I suggest flats?" James said.Sofia and I both looked at him in horror. "Bite your tongue, sir! Flats. At an Italian funeral. My dear mama is probably rolling in her grave," Sofia responded, crossing herself."I don't want to shame your uncle at his own funeral by failing to dress appropriately," I added.James held up his hands. "I give in. Forget I said anything." He leaned in and kissed my temple. "We'll find you a nice chair.""Thank you," I replied with a smile.Sofia let out a so
Becca.I stood over the Pack 'n Play for what seemed like hours, watching Alessandro and Dahlia sleep. Layla had Alessandro packed. James and I were packed. Aside from the funeral tomorrow, we were ready to take the jet and go.I couldn't believe Chad was trying to get custody of our sweet Alessandro. I couldn't believe he had the gall. No, the BALLS. That lying, cheating, abusive PRICK. Even if he had been smacked around a little by James, it wasn't as though he wanted Alessandro.Now, his family was worried about their legacy. Now, Alessandro was suddenly good enough.I wanted to strangle the lot of them.The door to my suite opened, and I looked over to see James looking haggard."Did your lawyer recommend a family law attorney?" I asked, going over to him."He did. Turns out the Cartwrights are using the same firm," James sighed. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. "Sofia actually got in touch with someone. Apparently, a friend of hers was in a knock down
Becca.If anything, the receiving line at the Cathedral was even longer than the first one. People paid their respects, kissing the late Don Valentino on both cheeks before taking their seats. It was a full house.James and I sat at the front along with some cousins and other relatives once mass was about to start. It was a full Catholic Mass, with the blessing of the bread and everything.As a Protestant, I did not go up to receive communion, something James's family, and those in the rows behind, noted and began to gossip about. Apparently, James was supposed to be with a good Catholic girl.The bishop—for the bishop himself had come to perform the mass—gave mass in Italian. I didn't understand a word, but James leaned over and at least quietly translated the homily for me. James then stood to say a few words, also in Italian, but he'd rehearsed with me beforehand so I knew what he was saying.We then processed to the family's mausoleum and people threw flowers on top of th
Becca.I walked out of the lawyer's office feeling as though I were floating somewhere outside myself. Everything just seemed so… surreal.James was carrying Alessandro. But then I had a sudden need to hold the child, as though physically having him in my arms could protect us all from having him taken away.Woodenly, I held out my arms for Alessandro."Becca… are you sure?" James asked.I nodded, and James carefully passed the one-year-old over. Alessandro blinked dark eyes up at me, completely unaware of the dangerous game that was going on around him. Unaware of the dangerous games that had been going on around him."James, I can't lose him," I whispered. "If the judge says I can keep him, but I have to go away from you… I will.""I know," James said without judgment. He put a hand at my back, but I pulled away."Everything's gone wrong, and every time it does, there you are right in the middle of it," I spoke sternly. "Why is it that you keep f*cking up my life? Our
Becca.A few days later, we were back in the car again. James said he had another surprise for us.I couldn't stop smiling while we drove through town. While it wasn't Italy with its countryside charm, Scarsdale didn't disappoint. The streets were lined with Tudor-style buildings, and every home looked like it had sprouted around lush, green forests and seas of perfectly mowed lawns.James eyed me as he held Alessandro, who giggled from being bounced up and down."If you're smiling now, I can't wait to see what you'll think of this new house," James said, more to Alessandro than to me. I'd learned the house we'd been staying in was just temporary, and that the real one was the surprise. That was why James hadn't even left his things in the bedroom the night we got there. "Where ARE we staying, James?" I eyed him suspiciously–with everything going on, I hadn't even asked. "Are we renting this place? Is it with friends or contacts of yours?" "Not quite…" He shrugged and
Becca.I spent the next morning with Alessandro, taking him around the house and discovering all its nooks and crannies. It was an old house, but the renovations made it feel very modern. Most of the lights and appliances even worked with voice commands."Aren't you going to the neighbors' for lunch?" Layla's head popped into the nursery just as I was getting ready to change Alessandro. "I forgot!" I cried out, startling Alessandro. I smiled at him, and he smiled back, thankfully. "Can you get him?""Yes, go ahead." Layla stepped inside and took over while I rushed to the bedroom. James was there looking at himself in the mirror, turning from side to side while observing his clothes. He did this several times while I searched through my suitcase–-I hadn't even properly unpacked yet. "I've never seen you so worried about your appearance," I said, startling him."I don't know what the dress code is for these events." From what I surmised yesterday
Becca.After the barbecue, James told me what had been on his mind. Alison was out of prison.Like he had said, there wasn't much we could do about it right now, so I took in the news and tried to think of something else. At night, we both collapsed into bed. It had been a long day.I woke up happy the next day, despite the news James had given me, and made a point to spend the day with Alessandro again. We were playing on the floor blanket, and he grinning as he shook a toy box that made a jingle sound. He squealed as though this were the best thing ever, when James came over to me."James?" I asked at his mysterious smile."I'm going out," James said. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, then the top of Alessandro's head. "I'll be back in a bit.""Where are you going?" I called at his back.James just waved a hand, and I frowned as the bedroom door closed."Well," I mumbled to Alessandro. "Grandpa is being a bit of a poop.""Da." Alessandro pointed one gr
Allison."So, as I was saying, Jessica, don't you think Becca is a completely unfit mother?" I asked again, staring at my daughter's friend with purpose.The girl was not the sharpest knife in the drawer. "I don't know. I've never seen her as a mother.""But Becca is promiscuous and violent and not a good friend to Tally, right?" I tried again.Jessica rubbed her chin. "Tally's dead, though. How can she be any kind of friend to her?"I sighed and opened my purse, taking out a small stack of the financial reserves the Cartwrights had given me for… well… bribe money, to be blunt. "Think, Jessica. Think back. Didn't Becca attack men, including Chad, at Tally's parties?"Realization finally dawned in the idiot's eyes, and she quickly pocketed the money I slid across the table. "You know what, you're right. She did. And she tried to get back at Chad. And Tally said Becca sent her dad to beat up Chad."Bingo. "Yes, that is true, isn't it?" I simpered. "It would be a shame for T