Papa Geges Novels & Stories

" He probes me. Though it sounds dumb, I hate to admit it; I'm just hurt. I still loved my mother; how could my papa move on so quickly? Indeed, that's the reason I got quite irate. Look out the window, I say. Still all around were my ideas. "Georgia is 34; Papa just turned 44. What's Via's problem?" Chris probes me, and I stay quiet. "Papa has spent far too long grieving for mother. He should start to move on now."

I squealed into my pillow. I quickly changed into my pajamas and decided to head down to the kitchen for some milk and cookies. I had just passed my parents’ door when I heard Mama screaming at Papa. It stopped me in my tracks. My parents never fought, not even once. Papa loved Mama so deeply that he was putty in her hands. I giggled to myself. The notorious mafia boss was controlled by a five-foot-two, crazy Italian woman. The only woman Papa listened to more was Nonna, but EVERYONE listened to Nonna.