#63 The Godmother

#63 The Godmother

A mosquito kept me up for the better part of the night, refusing to let me sleep. At 5:30 a.m., I decided to take a shower and start my day early. Unbeknownst to me, my mum – worried that I was not feeling well – was waiting for me outside the bathroom.

And that is how I learnt that the lighting (or lack of it) in the hours before sunrise is perfect for clandestine mafia meetings.


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