~ ELLIE TAGLIATELLE'S POV ~
Well, there it is. Caspar's body. Lying right there. I think I want to cry, hell, I think I am crying. But I also think I'm numb. Toni nudges me as she dashes to stand by his still body, pulling me to my senses. I am Ellie Tagliatelle, and I am going to show support for my grieving friend.
"I'm so sorry, brother. I should've been there to protect you".
Despite several years of friendship, I've never seen Toni cry - I haven't even seen her close to tears. It's not that we're not close, just that she's a strong girl. But here she is, crying right in front of me, and no words even consider coming out of my mouth.
"Oh darling, don't cry, there's nothing you could've done!" affirmed Toni's mother.
She brushes past me on her way to comfort her distressed daughter, giving me a repulsive glare on her way over. I know she doesn't want me here. I wouldn't want myself here if I were in her situation. She doesn't know what Caspar meant to me. For the sole purpose of saying something, I query,
"Have you found his killer yet, Ms. Rigatoni?".
"Not yet, Ellie, but I will personally make sure of that, and when I do, oh, that pasta is going to pay!".
I can tell she meant every word.
