Chapter 13
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Angelo took one look at me as I stood hesitantly in the doorway of his office at the back of the pizza place, and his face lit up. He jumped to his feet, came around his desk, and wrapped me in a bear hug that almost fractured my ribs.
“Drey!” He kissed my right cheek and then my left. “It’s good to see you, kiddo. But what are you doing home in the middle of the semester? Christmas break isn’t for another month.”
I explained the situation to him. “I can’t stay at Harvard,” I concluded. “So I came home.”
“That damned kid,” he snarled.
“What?”
“John Haskell. Spoiled, self-centered brat. This is all his fault.”
It might have been, but what was done was done, and nothing would be remedied by tearing into him about it. “Were…were you serious about keeping my job for me?”