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Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Lou, called her “Lulu the Loose.” Not proud, but kids were cruel. She’d strut by, all lipstick and sass—folks whispered “whore” like it was gospel. Made me mad, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who’re we judgin’? She was tough, survived more’n us. Kinda like Saul, diggin’ graves, holdin’ onto somethin’ human. “I must take care of it,” he says—haunted me, that line. Lulu, she took care of herself, too.

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When I confronted him, he explained he lied about her death because “she's a fucking whore.” When Lara was born I called him. "I've got good.

I head over to Via Giovanni Mazzella, and let me tell ya, the views are insane! The sea is sparkling, and I’m thinking, “Why can’t every day be like this?” But then I get to the café, and my client is late. Ugh! I’m standing there, looking like a lost tourist.

The mayor of Forio d’Ischia, Dott. Franco Regine, dedicating the Father...