He smiled, a slow, genuine thing that reached his eyes for the first time all day. With deliberate slowness, Leo picked up the contract, tore it straight down the middle, and tossed the pieces into the center of the table.
"It does," Leo said, his voice low. He looked at his mother. "It means you can stop working the kitchen for fifty people every week. It means we don't have to worry about the bank anymore." Casagrande
"Well?" Rosa asked, her dark eyes locking onto Leo. "What did the city man want?" He smiled, a slow, genuine thing that reached