Chapter 80 - Chapter eighty

Matteo obeyed the command and sat immediately. He rubbed the back of his left hand over his eyes to and fro to keep the sleep away from his eyes. Ever since their father's death, Matteo didn't think he had slept for three hours each day. If he wasn't comforting Jessie, then it would be uncle Ricky's turn to be comforted. If he wasn't comforting any of the two, then his phone was busy ringing off from people who wanted to ask him if it was true his father was dead or the people who wanted to ask him how the preparation for the funeral would be. If that is not the case, then he was at different places to make sure the funeral preparation went well. And it had, now, Matteo just wanted to rest his head and eyes to let everything within him ensconce.