Chapter 37: Bastards

My sons are here, today. I watched and helped them be born many hours apart, but all three on the same date. My family is restored. The Friggitello family again has heirs to carry on the family name. We were nearly extinct. We were in everyway already extinct except for me, but no longer. Wasn’t expecting to be this lucky, to have all sons, and look at me, I have three beautiful sons, I’m proud to say. I feel like shouting the news to the world. Such beautiful boys and all ready to help papa begin with exacting revenge.

A little Internet search reveals which editor desks and numbers to call, are responsible for publishing birth announcements in the various west coast newspapers. There are so many papers so the phone calls are equally many, and it takes several hours to complete calling the entire list.

“Friggitello family saved. Three healthy boys are born today to proud papa Joseph Friggitello, who was till today the only survivor of the mob massacre of all Friggitello family male relatives just a decade ago. Sons now exist to continue the Friggitello family name into posterity. The delighted father says he is relieved the family has three fresh chances to survive. Congratulations Joey Peppers!”

That ought to be worth a few votes you bastards won’t get. Some retracted endorsements and canceled donations. Fewer anyway. Get used to pain! More coming. Some reporter is destined to pick up on the story and dredge the entire bloody mess up again.