Slow days are good

As the days go by, I see both Paolo and Giuseppe every day. I miss having these men being active and constantly calling and swinging by to visit me wherever I was at the moment (and me visiting them wherever they were). I am relieved that they are behaving themselves as they rest and recover. Giuseppe’s broken leg takes a little extra time to heal because of his older age. He can use crutches pretty well but he gets tired fast and is more comfortable in a wheel chair.

The both of them are being well taken care of; they’re eating better and gaining some well needed weight and now taking their medications regularly. Since Paolo was a priest with the local parish, he didn’t really have any family other than the rest of the priests. Giuseppe’s wife died a number of years ago so it was just him and his two kids; plus the mafia family.

Eventually, I had a chance to speak with Giuseppe alone. I wanted to discuss with him about him stepping down from the mafia and allowing the family to disperse. At first, he was adamant against it. But after taking some time to discuss it and recap of how we got to the ER, the broken leg, etc. He saw where I was coming from and promised me that he’d talk it over with the rest of his family; both blood and mafia families. I gave him a hug and told him that I’d return the next day to check on him. Before I got to the door, he gave me some shocking news.

“Um, Deppgrl? There’s something that I need to share with you before you go.  I think you should sit down before I tell you,” Giuseppe said.

“What’s up, Giuseppe?” I asked as I was yawning.

“This won’t take too long. You’re pregnant, tired and you haven’t seen your honey because of being with me all the time, but I promise it’s worth it,” he said.

“Okaaaaaaaaaaaay’” I replied.

“You know that I love you as I love my own children; maybe a little bit more than them. When I die, you get all the money. The houses get sold, the vehicles get sold….everything gets sold and you get the money. If you choose to give my ungrateful children money, that’s fine but I’d rather you not. They think that they deserve it since they were raised with no spending limit, got into trouble all the time, and had no respect for me years ago” he said.

“You know that I’m pretty much worth close to over a trillion dollars, right? I’m spending all this money and I still have more left over that I have no idea what to do with!! How much are you worth?” I asked.

“Living? I’m worth about three million dollars. Dead? That three million plus the costs of the sales of the houses and the vehicles,” he said.

“What’s the TOTAL worth, ‘Seppe?” I asked.

“Close to $1,500,000,000,” he said.

“What the fuck am I gonna to with all that money? I fund this assisted living place, I fund the hospital that you and Paolo and I were at, I fund over 25 animal shelters and 15 shelters for the homeless as well as 20 shelters for those who are trying to get out of abusive relationships. I bought my brother his restaurant. I helped my some of my family get out of debt. I pay for repairs for the PD and the FD, new equipment, new vehicles and new gear. I bought the building where I’m the owner and CEO of” I said.

“Buy a rehab center and refurbish it,” Giuseppe said. “My wife died because of cirrhosis of the liver and a drug overdose because of the lifestyle I brought her into. The kids think that I forced the alcohol and drugs on to my wife. That’s why I don’t want them to have the money.”