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A few hours ago she told her grandsons the truth -- about their father, about why they left, about their history. About what could happen to them -- the two of them -- at any time.
And I promise you, she said, sitting in her chair with her hands loosely stacked in her lap, that I will do whatever I must to keep you safe. And what do Petrellis do when they make promises?
Her grandsons answer in subdued, shell-shocked unison, and Angela doesn't reply immediately, because she can't.
Nathan did well with them.
Now, though, Angela closes the front door behind her, and takes a seat at a shadowed table; gin is on its way shortly. Now it's a matter of figuring out how to better secure the Paris house -- she's not about to leave, not when there's no way to leave word for Peter, not when there's the slightest of chances that her younger son might need somewhere safe to hide.
And I promise you, she said, sitting in her chair with her hands loosely stacked in her lap, that I will do whatever I must to keep you safe. And what do Petrellis do when they make promises?
Her grandsons answer in subdued, shell-shocked unison, and Angela doesn't reply immediately, because she can't.
Nathan did well with them.
Now, though, Angela closes the front door behind her, and takes a seat at a shadowed table; gin is on its way shortly. Now it's a matter of figuring out how to better secure the Paris house -- she's not about to leave, not when there's no way to leave word for Peter, not when there's the slightest of chances that her younger son might need somewhere safe to hide.