A Record of Papa’s Death
Ever since my husband, the mafia capo Rocco Marchetti, poured all his attention and the family's resources into his brother's widow, the woman whose husband took a bullet for him.
I found our daughter Tessy's diary, where she had started writing, "My Papa is gone."
A nun from her private Catholic school called, asking about his passing.
I paused for a moment. "Yes," I replied. "He passed away a long time ago."
On Father's Day, the school organized a trip to the church to light prayer candles.
While other children wrote cards praying for their fathers' safety, Tessy neatly wrote just two words on hers: "To Heaven."
During the parent-teacher open house, the nuns displayed the children's