Her Permanent Vacation with the Mafia
Yet… there it was… my name.
And it’s not like I have a common name. No, no Maria, Kylie, Kate, Renee, Christy. No. No, I had to get my mother's middle name, because, thank fuck she decided that was better than calling me Ethel Junior or Ethel the second.
There are some mercies.
Only some when it came to my birth and upbringing. I treasure all… maybe four of them. No, maybe more like ten… but back to my name…