Chapter 3
Gio
“You look different,” my older brother Paolo says to me. We’re at my ma’s house for Sunday dinner. Our oldest brother Junior and his new wife Desiree are in the kitchen making dinner because Ma’s getting too old to cook for all of us. Plus, she’s holding Junior and Desiree’s baby, Santo Tacone the III, making a crazy fuss over him.
There’s still a touch of wonder in the baby thing for all of us. Junior lost his toddler in a drowning accident ten years ago and shut down emotionally. Until this year, we hadn’t had another child in the family. Now we have five, if you count my sister’s two Russian stepchildren and Desiree’s son Jasper.
“You look like the same stronzo,” I say to Paolo. As the brother just two years older than me, he thinks his job in life is to bust my balls.
