Chapter 9
We changed the estate.
Not lavishly.
Structurally.
Anyone could report concerns involving Daisy directly to Arthur, security, or me.
No future spouse automatically controlled household staff.
No adult could relocate Daisy’s room or belongings without my knowledge.
No isolation as discipline.
No removing family photographs to manage emotion.
One capo laughed when he heard the rules.
“Since when does a Mafia estate need a parenting policy?”
“Since adults became stupid enough to require one.”
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He stopped laughing.
Good.
