“I have no idea how it is at the top, and I have no idea how my father is,” she said with a shake of her head. “He hardly talks to me other than to give me information or things he thinks I need to know for the job. I don’t know if he’s spending more time with Pietro or not, but I think he’s been a bit worried about the things happening lately.” That was Wanda. Optimistic, that was the word. That was something that hadn’t changed, even when she was hitting the bottom of the pit, she liked to think that something would catapult her back to the top.
“I’ve been trying to get the team to work as a team. I think it’s getting better. The first few days I had to beat people about the head to get them to march in line, but now that they are, they march well enough. I hope. Poor Pietro. I think I have done nothing but shock him since he came back.” She wasn’t the same girl she’d been, and it was a reality her twin had to face.