"Is this it?"

"Yes, this is it."

"How long has it been?"

"A little over a month ago, not long, it should be... I guess it's just rotten. ”

"Be quiet, there's still people fishing."

"It's okay, this is the downwind, they can't hear it...... Are you still going to take a look at him? ”

"Oh my God, why should I look at him again? He's well buried in the ground, peaceful and peaceful, and he'll be satisfied...... Did he say anything before he parted? ”

"Having said that, he said 'cellar,' 'cellar.'"

"God, he'll never forget that damn cellar... Now he's with the earth forever. ”

In the grove where Tony is buried in Oyster Bay, Dorothy and Arthur stand under a tree smoking cigarettes, their eyes looking at a flat field of earth. More than a month has passed, grass has regrown on the ground, and even a few nameless wildflowers have bloomed, I don't know if it was Tony underground who nourished them.

God said that you come from dust and end up in dust, and that is the best place for Father in Dorothy's eyes. The sins that have ever happened to him can only be buried by death, time, and the earth.

The moment she finished reading the back of the cards, Dorothy felt relieved and woke up from a long nightmare. She left home, left New York, determined never to return. She thought she could get rid of that nightmare and start a new life, but it didn't. Sensitivity and anxiety have always been with her, she is insecure and she does not trust any man, including her husband. She tried her best to pretend to live like a normal person, she saw a psychiatrist, took Prozac, and went to family therapy with her husband.

But it was all in vain, and she often woke up in nightmares and fell into unspeakable despair. She doesn't understand that no matter how deep the pain is, it will fade under the washing of time, why isn't she? Why do many details, scenes, and imaginations become clearer and fuller with the passage of time? A violent emotion tugged at her repeatedly, causing her to lose her two children. Unable to continue her life in San Francisco, she left everything behind and came back, back to where she grew up.

She thought that the key to the problem was her father Tony, after discovering that he was a pervert with a special fetish for a team of little girls, a lot of bits and pieces gathered in her mind when she was a child, beautiful and warm became ulterior motives, and kindness became a human-faced beast heart. The scariest thing about a lie being debunked is that you doubt every true memory of the past and overturn everything you ever thought was good.

Does Tony love her? Of course, this is her father. But whether he loved her as a father or as a pervert, Dorothy couldn't tell the difference. Maybe most of it was as a father, but Dorothy couldn't imagine that everything had collapsed irretrievably.

However, knowing that her father would most likely not come back, she returned to New York, returned to Nassau County, and returned to the villa where she grew up, and saw the familiar swimming pool, four flower books, balconies, study rooms and green mountains and green waters overlooking the distance, and her mood still did not recover. The nightmare of depression and anxiety still enveloped her, like a demon hiding in the dark, ready to come out and hurt people at any time.

Lying at Arthur's house last night, she kept reminiscing and thinking, when did this nightmare begin? It is out of nowhere, and it seems to be everywhere. Life seems to be covered with a transparent plastic wrap, which is invisible, but it makes her breathless. She thought it started with discovering her father's secret, but now she feels that it all started on Christmas night in December 1983, when she encountered a row of candles on the dark road to find Arthur.

Old Larry said that it was the soul of a dead Indian. There are so many Indians who have died in this land that they line up to go to heaven and have not finished their line to this day.

She felt like she would never wake up until Arthur pulled him into the cellar, the pink room, and the lines of magical spells unraveled everything. The plastic wrap is lifted, and life seems to be breathing again. Arthur told her everything, Tony's death, and the family's affairs. Dorothy's first request was to come to Oyster Bay to see where Tony was buried.

It is where both her father is buried, as well as her nightmares and past.

……

At noon, Arthur and Dorothy returned to Manhattan together and had lunch at Luciano's Restaurant.

Schmidt was not displeased to see Arthur, who had only come to work at noon, but asked Carson to add more caviar and foie gras to Arthur and Dorothy, and opened a bottle of Lombard red wine to fill the siblings personally. But when Arthur told Schmidt that Dorothy was going to take back the rights to the store, Schmidt's face drooped. He rubbed his chin and said, "Oh... This thing, this thing... I think I need to ask Montolo, Tony is not back now, and the ownership of the store is still in the family...... Montolo has the final say. ”

Schmidt lifted Montolo out, and although Schmidt was only the store manager, Tony gave him a lot of authority to run it when he was there. He can partially use the store's operating funds, set a high salary for himself, and deduct employees' salaries, bonuses and even tips. After Tony's absence, Montolo's restrictions were even more relaxed, except for paying a sum of money to the family every month, he was free to use the rest of the business money, which was not too happy.

He went back on the sly and began his usury business, and the Jews' greed and thirst for money often overcame the fear of death and calamity.

Such a good day, Schmidt wants it to grow as long as possible, but Tony's daughter suddenly appears, as if to put an end to such a good expectation, and he certainly will not be happy.

"By the way, I still have to consult Otto about this matter, there are still many problems in the law, and I want Otto's answer. Is that right? Of course, Tony is gone, and Dorothy can come to the store if she needs a job, and I'll give her a good treat. If she doesn't want to stay in this greasy place, I can introduce her to other jobs, and in short, it will make her comfortable in New York. ”

Schmidt brings up the legal issue again, and then does not forget to throw out an olive branch to arrange a job for Dorothy, both of which will discourage her from accepting Luciano's restaurant.

The siblings glanced at each other, Dorothy wiped her mouth with a napkin, and said, "This restaurant is called Luciano's Restaurant, and my surname is Luciano." ”

Schmidt didn't know what to say for a moment, he stopped at the table for a moment, and finally muttered away. Instead of going back behind the counter, he went to the back kitchen, went out the back door, and kicked over the trash can in the doorway. He cursed a few times, lit a cigarette to calm down, and began to think about how to stop Dorothy from taking the store back.

……

After Dorothy and Arthur had lunch, they went alone in the afternoon to see the family's lawyer, Otto Bryan. His law firm is located upstairs from a department store at 110 Lafayette Street. At the door, there was a reception lady in charge, Dorothy told her identity and intention, the front desk lady made a phone call to go in, and after a few minutes she was allowed to be interviewed.

Otto was a bald, middle-aged man with a mustache, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and sitting hunched over a desk reading papers. He was not young, he worked for the Luciano family when he was young, and served four Luciano family leaders. Arthur's grandfather, father, uncle, and now Montolo. Arthur had met him a few times before, and he knew the family well, was well versed in all legal matters, had a wide range of connections, and was generally a trustworthy lawyer.

In a society ruled by lawyers, the complexity and fragmentation of legal provisions are prohibitive to ordinary people, and any organization or individual with a little wealth cannot do without legal services. The party leaders of the Luciano family have changed several terms, and the lawyer is still the same person, so it is no wonder how many people in the United States want to squeeze their heads into law school. Including the President of the United States, he is also the most educated from Yale Law School.

"Sit down, you're back at last, Miss Dorothy." Otto put down the papers in his hand and said to Dorothy in the deep voice of his elders.

"Yes, Mr. Otto, I want to get back what belongs to me." Dorothy sat in her chair and straightened her back. Her gaze was sparkling, a far cry from the mildness and exhaustion of the previous night at Arthur's house.

"Well, there are some of your things here, but you know, which ones are yours and which ones belong to the family, we still need to discuss them carefully." Otto took off his glasses and looked at Dorothy.

He is now working for Montolo, of course, thinking about Montolo. Montolo now manages most of Tony's property as the head of the family, and now that Dorothy is back, Tony's personal property can be handed over to her, but how to distribute the family property?

Cruise charter companies, department stores, sporting goods stores, erotic bars, underground casinos...... These all had Tony's shares, and of course a considerable part of them were taken from Luthor back then. How could Montolo give this part away so easily? And how much benefit Otto can receive, outsiders can't tell.

Dorothy had expected this, and she got up from her chair and said to Otto: "Monsieur Otto, I have come today not to ask for your help, but to inform you, to inform you that I am going to get my things back, and to ask you to tell Montolo. ”

With that, Dorothy glared at Otto and left his office.

Otto sat there for a long time, and he suddenly felt that Dorothy's temperament and tone were really similar to her grandfather.

"Name: Dorothy Luciano, Occupation: Scammer, Sequence: 6, Codename: Queen. Criticism: Behind the truth is something more cruel than the truth. ”