Trafika Europe 14 - Italian Piazza

Frank Iodice

the floor, table, shelves, and chairs, “in short,” she said, “it seems that they can’t continue without you.” “They asked me to stay in the area. Once they get back something they lost, they ’l l show up again to begin.” “And you feel l ike taking part in this kind of operation?” Mel i snorted, looked at the house apartment, noting al l the detai ls that made it a real home: the postcards stuck up al l over the place, the old hats bought here and there and never worn, the dust, the shelves ful l of objects. She told herself that she, too, could have a simi lar place if she didn’t waste al l her earnings, or if she could find a l ittle stabi l ity in her work or her sentimental l ife, and she answered yes. She said, “As long as I don’t have to ki l l someone or sel l drugs that wi l l end up ki l l ing someone, I’l l be wi l l ing to do it, I’d made a ton of money, with the smal l exception that it would be fake money.” “Even though,” her aunt concluded, “thanks to you, the fakes wi l l be perfect.” She remained unaware of why she in particular was able to distinguish the bi l ls that didn’t turn out right. She’d soon get her answer to that question, she only had to wait a l ittle longer.

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