“Good,” Rosie said. “But what about the baby? Shouldn’t he have the chance to experience

everything America has to offer?”

Astorre pictured Raymonde, running through the hills of the country, eating olives from barrels,

hearing tales of the great dons and the Sicily of old. He looked forward to telling his son those

stories. And yet he knew that those myths would not be enough.

One day his son would go to America, a land of vengeance, mercy, and magnificent possibility.