Po Po
It was now five days later and life was getting back to normal. Somewhat. We had delivered another package to Juan yesterday. We were sitting pretty as far as money went, but we had scars now and battle wounds. My hands were no longer clean and I wasn't worried about that much anymore. The events of the last few weeks were over. It felt good to know that none of my enemies were breathing. As cruel as that sounded, I knew there was only one way for the drama to end.
It was bittersweet though, our peace. We had spent the day before planning Todo's funeral. Everything was set and ready to go. He would be buried tomorrow at St. Peters cemetery. We had paid for everything, it damn near cost our whole first return, but he deserved nothing but the best. My mom's wanted to come but she was at work. Reese's mom came though, so did Montel's and Joey's.