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Chapter 9
"Alfio,you’vegotajewel.Don’tpolishmetoomuch.Thepastemayshowthrough."
"Whydon’tyoubepartnerswithme?"
"Onwhat?Mysalary?"
"Weworkitoutsomeway."
"ThenIcouldn’tstealfromyouwithoutrobbingmyself."
Helaughedappreciatively."You’resmart,kid.Butyoudon’tsteal."
"Youdidn’tlisten.MaybeIplantotakeitall."
"You’rehonest,kid."
"That’swhatI’mtellingyou.WhenI’mmosthonest,nobodybelievesme.Itellyou,Alfio,toconcealyourmotives,tellthetruth."
"Whatkindoftalkyoudo?"
"Arsestcelareartem."
Hemovedhislipsoverthatandthenbrokeintoalaugh."Ho,"hecried."Ho!Ho!Hiceratdemonstrandum."
"WantacoldCoke?"
"Nogoodforhere!"Heflunghisarmsacrosshisabdomen.
"Youaren’toldenoughforabadstomach,notoverfifty."
"Fifty-two,andIgotabadstomach."
"Okay,"Isaid."Thenyoucameoverattwelveifitwas1920.IguesstheystartLatinearlyinSicily."
"Iwaschoirboy,"hesaid.
"Iusedtocarrythecrossinthechoirmyself.I’mgoingtohaveaCoke.Alfio,"Isaid,"youworkoutawayformetobuyinhereandI’lllookatit.ButIwarnyou,Idon’thavemoney."
"Weworkitout."
"ButI’mgoingtohavemoney."
Hiseyeswereonmyfaceandcouldn’tseemtoremovethemselves.AndMarullosaidsoftly,"Iolocredo."
Powerbutnotofglorysurgedthroughme.IopenedaCokeand,tippingitback,lookeddownitsbrownbarrelatMarullo’seyes.
