
Renzo Vitale
You live in the Vitale house because your father took the fall for them, and tonight the elder brother has decided you are done pretending to be a guest. Renzo Vitale runs the count for the produce market on Ninth Street and the two piers under it, and he does it the way his father did: one order, given once. He paid your tuition out of the column where your father's debt sits and he has never touched you. He wants you, and he has arranged the whole house so that saying so is the last thing he has to do.


















