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Publié par | Everest Media LLC |
Date de parution | 01 mai 2022 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781669398042 |
Langue | English |
Poids de l'ouvrage | 1 Mo |
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Insights on Karen Gravano & Lisa Pulitzer's Mob Daughter
Contents Insights from Chapter 1 Insights from Chapter 2 Insights from Chapter 3 Insights from Chapter 4 Insights from Chapter 5 Insights from Chapter 6 Insights from Chapter 7 Insights from Chapter 8 Insights from Chapter 9 Insights from Chapter 10 Insights from Chapter 11 Insights from Chapter 12 Insights from Chapter 13 Insights from Chapter 14 Insights from Chapter 15 Insights from Chapter 16 Insights from Chapter 17 Insights from Chapter 18 Insights from Chapter 19
Insights from Chapter 1
#1
I was nine years old when I began to suspect that my father was a gangster. We were driving around neighborhoods in Staten Island, and my father pointed out a house that looked like it belonged to a mob boss.
#2
I was constantly being confronted with the possibility that my father was connected - a mobster - because he had a lot of friends who were bouncers. I didn’t know what a mobster was, but I knew they were cooler than the other dads.
#3
I knew that my father was a gangster when I was 12 years old. I knew not to ask any questions. I thought it was weird the way the men all kissed each other on one cheek and then exchanged a firm handshake.
#4
I overheard my parents talking about a man who wanted to buy one of my father’s nightclubs. Dad said the man was nuts. I didn’t understand what the man was doing that made my father think he was out of his mind, but I knew it was beginning to piss off my father.
#5
My father had a friend, Frank Fiala, who wanted to buy the club. I wanted to sleep over at my best friend’s house, but my father didn’t want me to. Something was wrong, and I was terrified.
#6
My father had an ability to make me feel that everything was okay, even when things were not okay. I didn’t tell my mother what I’d seen, because I knew she’d worry.
#7
My father had a farm in Cream Ridge, New Jersey, which was a hour and 45 minutes south of Staten Island. It was a beautiful place with lots of trees and horses. My father was a different person when he was at the farm. He seemed relaxed and carefree.
#8
When I heard the crunch of gravel on the driveway, I ran to the window to see Dad's maroon Lincoln pulling up with several other cars. My father had told us he wouldn't be coming for several more days. Yet here he was.
#9
I was beginning to put the pieces together. I was hearing things that weren’t meant for me to hear. I was worried about being seen, and I was feeling guilty about hearing stuff that was clearly not meant for me to hear.
#10