Even little Herley, who couldn't have been more than eight, looked like he could go six rounds with Chuck Norris without breaking a sweat.

“Mussolini?” Leo frowned. “Wasn’t he like BFFs with Hitler?”

“Sugar and caffeine. My willpower crumbled.”

“For once, I didn't look back.”

“He was beautiful the way an angel is beautiful - timeless, perfect, remote.”