Captive of My Mafia Crush
“No, the salt and the sugar. They’re the same color.”
I give him the same look. “Christian, salt and pepper are…a very famous duo. They go together.”
He stares at me for a second and then shakes his head as if to clear it. “Whatever. My metaphor. The salt and the sugar,” he says, moving them together to one side, “are the Romano family. At first glance, they’re united – completely the same. And only we know that they’re actually two separate parties, yes?”
I nod, seeing his point now and going on with it.