CALISTA“Are you certain about this Roman? I've known you since you were a little boy. Such.. err.. sudden decision is not in your nature at all.”Roman's resolute voice echoed in the near-empty cathedral, “Yes, Father.”“And you child? Are you certain of this?” The priest questioned me. “Yes, Father,” I replied, my throat thick with nostalgia.It was strange to be in the presence of a priest again. I was born into the Catholic church, and my family, like many other mafia families, were strong followers of the Catholic faith; growing up, I had a profound love for the church; the grace with nuns carried themselves, the early morning refreshing mass, and our daily prayers. My fondness became too much, and one day, over dinner, I blurted out how I aspired to be a nun. My mother's mouth was opened in shock and my father turned beet red with rage. As the daughter and only child of a capo, I had duties to fulfill, duties that could not be understood by a five year old childAfter that day
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