Chapter One “Stupido idiota!” my mother yelled. “Ti ucciderò a mani nude! Dammi i miei fottuti soldi!” I sighed and slid back from the dining room table and began collecting my homework. As a personal rule, any time my mom started threatening to murder people, I left the room. I had lived by this rule for two years now, and she still hadn’t taken the hint, or she just didn’t care… probably the latter. With my arms full of...