Salvatore Dalla Part 2
"I'm going to Palermo," I inform my brothers as we leave the warehouse.
"Will you be back for dinner with the Carbone family tomorrow?" Fabrizio asks.
"No. Cancel it," I say as I open the car door.
"Going alone?" Rico questions, raising an eyebrow.
"It's none of your business." He smiles at my retort.
"You just answered me, brother," he says, and I feel irritated as I realize I’ve done exactly that. I focus on Fabrizio, who asks me a question I’m unsure how to answer.
"Are you going to stick to your decision to marry Carlota Carbone, brother? What should I tell the capo? You know that when we scheduled tomorrow’s dinner, he expects to hear the proposal for his daughter’s hand, especially since we’ve already met with the other main families interested in his daughter and arranged to meet with him next," Fabrizio reminds me of my obligations to the famiglia and the duty to marry.
I had already decided that Carlota Carbone would be the one to be my wife. I had a moment with her, and aside from being intelligent and beautiful, she was quite attractive, I admit. So, if I had to tie myself to someone, it might as well be someone who pleases me.
However, now I’m not so sure about my decision. Amapola’s presence has made me question what I should do. I realize that spending this time away with her might help me understand what’s happening with me. Choosing between the famiglia and what I truly want might not be as simple as I once thought. Just a few days ago, I would have had no doubts about what the right decision was, but now I’m not so certain.
"Say nothing, just cancel," I say, getting into the car and considering the matter closed—for now.
For these two days, I don’t want to think about the mafia, obligations, or marriage. I need some time to distance myself from it all and reflect on my decisions.
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