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"Crystal, qualunque cosa tu faccia, non farti coinvolgere da quelle persone e stai lontano da quell'uom." I heard my nonna voice say.
Crystal, whatever you do, don't get involved with those people and stay away from that man.
Growing up I always thought that my nonna was delusional and overprotective, but now that I'm older I now know why she wanted me to stay as far away from them as possible. The Scaletta's are nothing but trouble. They were cold and standoffish to outsiders, and even though they kept to themselves most of the time there's always a hiccup that involves their men.
There was a love and hate relationship involving the people of the community and the Scaletta's. The Scaletta's always put money into the community. They hold charity events, give back to the elderly, help businesses without wanting anything in return. They were patrons of our community and the kids and old folks loved it, but parents still did not want their children around them and everyone walked in their toes whenever they were in close proximity to someone who was apart of the crime family.
As for me, my nonna didn't like them and I didn't care for them. I always stayed to my self and rarely attended any of the community events. My routine consisted of me going to school, attending track practice, then going to work and I abided by that. Nonna wasn't making a lot of money and so I worked my ass off for a scholarship in track and field.
I left for college, graduated, and started a life of my own. That was up until nonna got sick two years ago. I moved back home and took care of her up until her death three months ago. I knew sooner or later her time would come, and I thought that I made peace with it, but nothing prepared me for the real thing.
I took a leave of absence from work and planned her funeral. Half of the community showed up, people paid their respect, made me dishes, and told me stories about my nonna but even through all of that I felt alone.
