Chapter 37
But there was the other side of the coin. That interest, or what should be more properly called love, was like an embrace, a lifeline in a confusing and often threatening world.
It was this lifeline Vito now craved—and he thought that, in an absurd way, this new kid, this Henry, had brought it on, awakening feelings in Vito that he thought he had long since buried.
He went into the living room, where he’d tossed his phone when he came home from his shift. He picked it up and pressed the Home button to bring it to life. He scrolled through his contacts and found the one labeled simply Mother. He tapped the word, and it brought up her picture.