Two weeks later,
Angelo sat in the study hall with his father, it had been two weeks since Aunt Maria had delivered him into the hands of his father, and in those two short weeks, the two had bonded.
Angelo stared at his father and watched in awe as his father taught him the ropes of the business and what it took to be a Sorrentino. Angelo had come to know that his father was not as cruel as many people depicted him to be. Over the past two weeks he had come to see a softer side to him that Angelo had not thought he'd see before.
Somewhere deep within him, he felt incomplete, like his mother had robbed him of an opportunity. He was meeting his father for the last fourteen years of his life.
He enjoyed having a father who often spoke to him and included him in almost all his meetings.
In the two weeks that he had been living there, everyone in Sicily knew that he was the son of Mr. Sorrentino, the Don.