Book 2: Sizing Up

Eleni

A few weeks after the hotel date, I look over the table of classes on my laptop one last time and shut it with a smile. My first registration at Tandon, and I got all the classes I wanted! I text Dante about my success and laugh when he responds with a huge thumbs-up. He texts like he protects his data, but I’ve grown used to the labyrinth of old-timey habits and emoji usages. He’s thrilled. And, with any luck, bored out of his mind at Piacere.

He put out the hooks for potential rats to snap up a little while ago, and nothing has caught yet. That means a full day of sitting around waiting for disaster, which makes him feel, in his words, “like a fireman without a fire,” so he’s been coming home a little grumpy, but watching his mood improve as soon as he sees me makes it really easy not to take personally.

Plus, we’re now going on—I check the date—just about two and a half weeks without any deaths in the organization. The quiet made getting r