April's Last Fool — The Discarded Mushrooms

Jaycee was someone I had brought over from the Conti family years ago. He managed operations for me at the publishing company and had always been an outsider in the eyes of the Moretti Jaycee's fingers turned white as he gripped the plate, and he silently retreated to his seat. I brought out the last dish, baked mushrooms. Appetizers, main courses, and

side dishes filled the table. Just as I untied my apron, the doorbell rang. Seperfina ran to open the door and several delivery workers walked in carrying large, inflated boxes. I saw that my sister-in-law only made old-fashioned Italian dishes. She certainly can't take good care of

everyone. Seperfina directed the delivery workers to take out the exquisite meal boxes one by one. I used Luciano's black card and took the liberty of ordering a few dishes. There was limited space on the table, so Seperfina picked up the baked mushrooms I had and dumped them into the trash bin beside her,