CHAPTER SEVEN Madame Vito finally makes her appearance, and the room quickly goes quiet. She doesn't say a thing, but then again, she doesn't need to. Her stern presence and the clicking of her signature moccasins are all that's necessary to make all the chatter scurry away into dead silence. The room gets so quiet you could probably hear a snowflake land. Vito's graying locks are pulled back into a tight bun as usual, an...