Bride Bianca suddenly grabbed three-year-old flower girl Emma’s dress and cut away a long section of the fabric in front of the guests.
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Chapter 12
I changed how Carbone talked about the future.
No “next man.”
No “next branch.”
No using wedding photographs to imply appointments.
No treating grandchildren as evidence of continuity.
Several older capos hated it.
One asked:
“Then who follows you?”
“An adult we choose when there is something to choose.”
“What about blood?”
“Blood makes family.”
I looked around the table.
“Not automatic authority.”
That was harder for them.
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Good.
Traditions that panic when questioned usually deserve examination.
