Adele studied the son of the Don; she found it odd the way he seemed to refuse to grieve, had his heart turn to ice?  Quiet sobs from the late Don's wife were the only sounds that broke the hushed chatter and silence clogging up the room. Adele almost jumped from her seat at the comment she heard right next to her.<br/><br/>Her mother, Carmela Cangelosi, smirked with a mischievous twist in her expression. “Puttana,” she spat while taking the thin cigarette from her mouth then setting it on the ashtray's edge. “Gran' disgraziato,” another mutter. She had been glaring at the scantily clad daughter of a capo, one child that had been known for causing unnecessary trouble within the family.<br/><br/>However, Adele was not surprised by her mother's coarse choice for words. She looked to Ben at this time, though, not knowing if he had caught the harsh comments or, even, if he recognized the Italian tongue.