At a private Mafia-family wedding, three-year-old Elisa accidentally bumped a pedestal and shattered an antique porcelain vase.
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Chapter 12 / 17
Chapter 12
Lucinda apologized to Elisa six months later.
Not before.
I wanted time.
She crouched.
“I hit you.”
Elisa nodded.
“That was wrong.”
Another nod.
“I said the vase mattered more than you.”
Elisa frowned.
“You lied.”
Lucinda cried.
“Yes.”
Three-year-olds simplify moral philosophy beautifully.
Then Elisa asked:
“Why?”
Lucinda looked at me.
I gave her nothing.
Her answer.
“Because I was scared something hidden would be found.”
Elisa thought.
“Then don’t hide.”
I almost laughed.
Lucinda did.
May you like
Through tears.
“Good advice.”
