Epilogue Two
“You’re sure about this little sister?”
Kristie rolls her eyes so hard I worry I’ll never see them again. “I’m older than you. And I’m not little. I’m just short.”
“Kristie. La Strega. I’m not going to refer to you as Short Sister.”
“Ugh, whatever. And yes, I’m sure. I need help, Gabe. I don’t know if you remember or not, but I pretty much cleaned out the whole of the Mancini Mafia.”
Oh, how could I forget? The past two months have been spent helping evil souls move on to where they deserve to be.
Not all souls get to go to the Good Place, the place where they can rest in peace.
No, some souls need to be sent to the Bad Place, where they pay penance for their sins earthside.
Unfortunately, some of them don’t go there on their own and I need to send them there.
So far, in my sister’s mission to clean out the bad apples in the Family, we’ve sent so many evil souls to the Bad Place that the Mancini Mafia is looking a little light on numbers.
Hence why I’m meeting with my sister in her office in Dima’s house.
I try to hide my smirk as I take in the room that Kristie uses to conduct business.
Kristie is the only La Madrina to run her business out of a cutesy cottage in the French Quarter and not an obnoxious mansion somewhere.
Ironic really because she’s probably the most obnoxious godmother the Mafia has ever seen.
“Yeah, of course I remember helping get rid of at least 90% of the Mafia men aged 35 and older.” I give her a bored look.
“Good. So you know I’m short staffed and need your help. Did I mention it was a paid role?” She pastes an innocent look on her face, but I know what she’s scheming.
She knows all my weaknesses. One of them being that I will never go back to being that poor, terrified little boy I once was.
I live frugally, only spending what I need because let’s face it, being in the soul business doesn’t really pay a lot.
A paid role in the Mafia though? Well, that can help me secure a down payment for this little apartment I have had my eye on.
It’s nothing flash, but it’ll be mine. It sits above an odd emo-looking coffee shop, but the coffee there is fantastic and the baristas aren’t too shabby to look at either.
“No, little sister, you did not mention it was a paid role.”
“Well, it is. I need people I trust Gabe, and considering I don’t have many people due to the fact they drop dead all the time, all I have is you and Dima until I make some new friends.
Or can weed out who is left in the Mancini family that isn’t afraid to work for me. So far it’s only the Sanificatore.”
“Those creepy cleaner guys of yours?”
“The very same. So, what do you say?”
I narrow my eyes, “What will I be doing?”
“Pretty much the same as you do now. Help souls move along. And maybe help Mama with the kids that were like us.”
Lost. Afraid. Scared of our own existence.
I remember those days so clearly my gut clenches in reflex at how disgusted I was made to feel about my gift when I lived with my biological family.
Things didn’t get better until Mama Celene came for me.
If there is a way I can help others like me, then I’m all for it.
“OK. Count me in.”
“Yessss! Thank you so much big little brother!” Kristie launches herself at me, wrapping her short arms around my girth and squeezing tightly. “You won’t regret this, Gabe.”
“Time will tell, La Strega, time will tell.”
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