“Writes to you?” Michael looked again at the older man and could not imagine anything Chris might have had to do with him. “Oh, yeah. Once or twice a year, he catches me up on all his news. I looked you up when he came in to stand at the *battesimo.* Funny how you managed that, most of the Fathers won’t do it with a godfather who’s not Catholic.” It came out Catlik reinforcing the old-school blue-collar Italian accent, balanced against the smooth pronunciation of baptism. “Tell me about it. We…compromised.” Michael couldn’t help smiling at the memory of Chris earnestly stating that he did, indeed, reject Satan and all his works. Technically, he was a “witness” but damn it, his family was his own, no matter what the Church said. “So, if you don’t mind my asking, how do you know Chris?” “Best way possible, sir. He owned me once. You take care now.” And he turned neatly with another brief wink, to help someone else. *Owned him?* - The Inheritor, chapter 14
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