The Poison in the Alley
ACT ONE: THE MARK Rita knew the difference between an onion and a tear. Onions made your eyes water and your throat itch. Tears came from somewhere deeper, somewhere you couldn't point to even if someone held a knife to your ribs and asked you to. She'd been crying for five years. Not openly—nobody cried openly in Big Daddy Morrelli's house—but the kind of crying that happened inside your skull...
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