These chapter's will get better as they go along so please keep reading and review. And the next couple of chapter's may be longer so tell me if y'all like the chapter's long or short. I have some of the next couple of chapter's written down and, some others typed so, I should be able to submit them tomorrow, or a little later.
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Meanwhile in Michael's home, Christina was making a chocolate cake for a friend's baby shower. Her friend was named Rose, the sister of Christina's ex-boyfriend, the ex-boyfriend that Michael killed, the ex-boyfriend that no one has found as of yet.
Christina had just got through mixing the batter when the younger, somewhat immature Christopher walked in. Christopher walked in and kissed Christina on the cheek.
Christopher: Hey sis, how you doing?
Christina: Just fine, sweetheart.
Christina: So, how's working for your brothers?
Christopher: Well, it's something, they won't let me do anything important,they keep telling me to get a
a job as a F.B.I, or some fancy shit like that.
Christina: Well, they're just looking out for you.
Christopher: Yeah, but I'm a Corleone, I've got what it fucking takes!
Christina: Don't worry about it Christopher.
Christopher: Yeah, yeah.
Christina: Could you hand me that batter, dear.
Christopher: Yep, so what you making a cake for?
Christina was about to answer until, she put the bowl down on a spoonful of batter, accidentally, and the batter went flying through the air and landed on Christopher's face.
Christina: Oh my Gosh, Christopher, I am so sorry.
Christina stood, struggling not to laugh.
Christopher: Uh-huh, that's funny, ain't it.
Christina started laughing.
Christina: Yeah, a little bit.
Christopher, with his immature, young self, picked up some flour and threw it on Christina.
Christina: Christopher!?!
Christina still laughing, picked up some batter and threw it on Christopher, then Christopher threw some cooled, melted chocolate and threw it on Christina's face, and they went back and forth for almost a minute. Michael was just walking in his home with an old friend, a businessman.