Heartless People

TWENTY

All her young life she has tried to please her father, never quite realizing that, as a girl, she never could.

~ Alice Walker

LAUREN.

"She's not all right," Olivia whispered to me when I got to the door of her office. "I tried to tell her to stay in the hospital but she wouldn't."

"I got it, go home," I said, opening the door. She sat on the floor of her office, her heels off to the side, the blinds closed, a bottle of red wine in her hands.

"He's lying," Camila said, as she drank from the bottle. The wine spilled over the corner of her mouth but she didn't care. She drank until she needed to
breathe and then wiped the side of her mouth before adding, "Thats what I first told myself. He was lying or he has to be insane. But then I thought to myself,
Camila, why were you so shaken when you looked at him? What was wrong? I realized its because he looks like Orlando."

"His eyes, he has my fathers eyes.
And when I realized that, I thought to myself, how stupid am I? Of course, my father could have another kid. It wasn't like he was celibate. I clearly remember women coming in and out of his room. I forgot that men like to fuck multiple women because everyone in the Jauregui clan is so passionately in love with their spouses. How did I forget that? It is the number one thing you learn as a female. And just as I am kicking myself, I start to laugh, Lauren. Im laughing my ass off because guess what?"

I said nothing and she lifted the bottle to drink again.

"I have a brother and he is trying to kill me." She snorted, laughing again.

"Think about it. First my mother, who should have been dead, came out of nowhere and tried to kill me. Then my grandfather, who was the head of the FBI,
tried to kill me. Now I have a half-brother, who is the mayor, also trying to kill me. Lauren, Im a living breathing telenovela!" She laughed harder. "I've even come up with a name for my life: Las pasiones de Camila!" 

I am currently casting for the next season where we are going to introduce you to my evil twin sister who is going to murder me and try to live my life. But!" She held her hands up. "I won't be dead. I'll come back in some dramatic way to kill her but,
oh no, shes pregnant. And even though you feel betrayed by evil twin Camila, you can't let me kill your child! Its soap opera gold!"

"Are you done?" I asked, hoping we could fast-forward through her crazy talk. She had an imagination, no doubt, and it only came out when she was either far too drunk or pregnant.

She took a deep breath and relaxed back against her desk, lifting up a piece of paper. "He sent me this a letter Orlando apparently gave him years ago. The
handwriting is my fathers, that is for sure."

Walking over to her, I took it, once again proud that I had taken the time to learn how to read and write in Italian.

Emilio, If you are reading this letter, it means your mother has told you who you are: a Giovanni, the son of Orlando Giovanni, a man who came to this country from the small town of Bosa with nothing except my grandfathers pocket watch and a new pair of shoes I stole from my neighbors son. Of all the questions you have for me, the most important one to you would be why I am not in your life. Its very simple: our name is Giovanni, the one shown favor, but it is actually a lie. Nothing ever comes easy for us, nothing is given, we must take everything we
want and defend it until there is no air in our lungs. My whole life I fought for my name. I will not just give it to you. You will fight and only if you survive can you stand as my son. Can you rule as I have ruled, as the head of the Italians? With our people, respect is earned, so earn your name. Fight for your name. Until you can do that, you can never be my son.