The Don’s Daughter Won’t Come Home Again

"On the first day of my last summer break from college, my father, Don Marcello Roveri, and my mother, Donna Fiorella Roveri, assigned me another job.

“You'll handle banquet reception at the family's club. You'll get intern pay. Don't think being a Roveri means you get to do nothing.”

Four years of college. Four times they told me the same thing.

The first year, they sent me to the family's food processing plant while they took my younger sister, Adelia, to family banquets in Manhattan, where she sat beside my father, the Don, and received greetings from the other families.