Tom Mullane will one day make an excellent father in the great tradition of the Mullane patriarchy. Having neglected my diplomatic duties until the last minute, Tom left a message on my phone with a spot on "I'm-not-angry-but-I'm-disappointed" tone. He even ended the terse message with "Don't prove everybody right."
Alas, I may have done so. The sons of Italy languish in an extended vacation, lounging by the Mediterranean, sipping mojitos, and ogling the foreign women. Perhaps Tom's words should be heeded. Perhaps their country will need them. Perhaps you all shall destroy the small slice of paradise I've made as benevolent dictator on my peninsular home.
Ciao.
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