He called the quiet waitress a “dumb American” in Sicilian… then the entire restaurant went silent when she responded in a Palermitano dialect.
Silvio’s smile vanished as if a cable had cut it. Dante remained still. And Lorenzo Falcone, for the first time that night, seemed genuinely surprised. Audrey turned towards him. The smooth, American cadence was gone. In its place was the colder, more mature voice she had buried with Caterina Bellafiore. “As for you, Don Falcone,”…
