All he’d done over the past few months was drink day and night. Every once in a while, somebody stopped in to check on him. Mrs. Santoro came knocking on his door, a plate of food in hand. As he opened the door, he realized he hadn’t seen his surrogate mother in a long time, ever since all that shit went down. He didn’t know how he should feel about her, even though she never did anything but feed his sister and him. But she was also the woman who spawned the demon who destroyed his little sister’s life. “Hi, Mrs. Santoro. How can I help you?” he asked as he opened the door, allowing her entry. “Paulie, I haven’t seen or heard from you in a while. I saw you when you came in this house, and you never left. All I see is those guys bringing you bottles of liquor, and never once did I see someone bring you a burger or anything. So, here, I bought you some spaghetti and meatballs. You have to eat something, Paulie.”
