I swear to everything both holy and unholy that Tony Corleonesi is the most stubborn yet interesting man I’ve ever known and I despise him for it. The man drags me all the way to Granite Falls, shoots me, doesn’t apologize and to top it all off makes the most awful comments while trying to talk business crimelord to crimelord.
“You know, Coleson, for someone with such an ugly face you’ve got decent… assets.”
For fuck's sake, can he do anything but make backhanded compliments and stare at my chest!? He knows exactly what pisses me off and that might be the most annoying thing about him.
Okay, ranting aside, the negotiations went decent. We both yelled, our kids held us back and no one got shot this time. We have sadly have made only one agreement yet. “There is no way in hell that I am sharing with you.” –Mika
Entry 2.6: The little things
So today we had the first negotiations. Unlike mom I don’t think that they were very successful. They didn’t agree on anything and Charlie and I had to constantly calm them down. I guess for their usual behavior towards each other it was an improvement, but that’s about it. Charlie and I have been growing closer than ever though. She has been taking care of my mom’s wounds and treating her very well.
We went out hiking together last night by the way. It is those little moments of childlike excitement that make her appear so innocent and beautiful. Like an angel dashing through the woods to look at the stars with you.
Her eyes so bright blue sparkling like stars filled with spirit. Enchanting; almost.
But then when you try to take a deeper look in those eyes brighter than the night sky you notice the sadness and agony that they’re hiding. You want to help so bad, but the moment you get to close the image turns into dust and all you see in them is ice like walls. I want to help her, but how? -Damien