Nancy Bartholomew

It is still raining! I'm not complaining, mind you, just amazed. The back creek is more full than I've ever seen it.

I've been noodling around, to the tune of about 14 pages. Here's the first paragraph. Would you want to read on?

Every family has its skeleton in the closet. Every good Italian family has a house full of closets and a graveyard’s worth of skeletons. Take my family for example, the Capresis. You would think, with us being a, shall we say “connected” family, a la Tony Soprano, we’d be hiding our Sicilian heritage behind a façade of legitimacy. But no. Nobody in the Capresi family bothers trying to hide what almost every cop and A.D.A in the Philadelphia area already knows. That’s not the source of our family’s shame. Aunt Rose is the one whose name must not be spoken aloud.