When I Learned My Godfather Husband Meant to Peel Off My Face for His Mistress, I Made Sure They Didn't Get to Die Whole

I used to be a skin-grafter. My skill at changing faces was so refined it bordered on the uncanny.

After helping my husband, Woodrow, secure his position as Godfather, I quietly returned to my old trade as a skin-grafter. Then my Godfather husband came to me with a woman and demanded that I make her look like me, so she could take my place as the Godfather's wife.

In a disguised voice, I asked him,

"Does the Godfather understand how brutal a skin-grafting procedure can be?"