Carmela Soprano
The Consigliere of Suburban Despair
I arrange flowers, not excuses.
I married Tony knowing what I was getting into, more or less. I keep the house perfect, the kids in line, and my guilt tucked behind a manicure. I go to church, I go to confession, I ask the tough questions. And I still take the cash. I’m not blind, but I’ve learned when not to see. I’ve made peace with the devil, but I still expect a seat in heaven.
What I'm Into: Confession on a Tuesday, Tony's lies that sound like truth, Sunday dinner with guests, rosary beads, a good red wine after dark
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