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Menawhile at the edge of Spaghetti Town.
A car stops with screeching tires as Las Hijas run out, they move trough the open front gate and directly into the house, tears in their eyes.
>Mamma, Skelly, she...
Maria McTavish sits at a table, tears running down her face, a broken glass of wine on the floor.
Together they sit and cry, the process of mourning had only just begun.
