nice whatsis,â he said and massaged it affectionately.
âOh you.â She took the package of prints from him and began to shuffle through them, commenting on each. âThis is a little out of focus ⦠Oh, this is a good one ⦠You moved on this one ⦠Whatâs this?â
He took the print from her. âOh, that was taken at the Blainey testimonial dinner a couple of months ago. See those five guys at the head table?â He laughed loudly. âThatâs Rocco Vestucci and Charlie Mayes, and thatâs Jim Blainey in the middle, and then on the other side of him is Frank Callahan and Whatsisname Peterson, Nels Peterson. And every single one of those guys has been indicted and is going to jail. What do you think of that?â
âNice bunch of friends you got.â
âAw, Baby, itâs business. You do business with them, so when they ask you to buy a ticket to a testimonial for a friend of theirs, you got to buy a ticket.â
âBut you donât have to go.â
âWell, itâs usually a good feed, and youâve paid for it. Besides, they almost always have entertainment. Thatâs why I took the camera with me. Know what I mean?â
âSure, you mean naked girls.â
âNot this time, there wasnât. There was a priest there, one of the guests. I bet the guy that sold him a ticket got hell when he told the committee.â He dismissed the idea. âNah, a priest wouldnât buy a ticket. Heâd get one free. Maybe on Blarneyâs orders. Heâs a very religious guy, Jim Blainey. Goes to church every Sunday.â
âAnd if heâs in jail?â
âThink they ainât got a church there?â
âI suppose. Say, whoâs this guy at the end. He been indicted, too?â
âLemme see. Gee, I donât remember him sitting there. Maybe he came in for a minute to talk to Nels Peterson or one of the others. He remind you of somebody?â
âNobody I know.â
âHow about Tommy Baggio?â
âWhoâs Tommy Baggio?â
âHeâs a city councillor here. Heâs running for state senator. His picture was in the paper yesterday. You got yesterdayâs paper? Did you throw it out?â
âI donât think so. Just a minute, Iâll see.â
She went to the cabinet kitchen, rummaged in a large basket, and found the paper, which she handed him. He turned pages, scanning each page quickly. Then he exclaimed, âAh, here it is. Now, donât he look just like the guy in the snapshot?â
Although wanting to please him, she could not help shaking her head. âNo-o, Honey. This guy in the snap has no moustache.â
âSo we give him one. Look.â He covered the lower part of the face in the newspaper with a fingernail. âLook at the eyes, the forehead, the hair.â
âYe-ah, maybe â¦â
âItâs nothing to add a moustache,â he mused, his eyes focused on the ceiling, his mind far off.
âBut why would you want to?â she asked.
He smiled. âIt could pay off, Baby.â
âHow could it? What would it do?â
He smiled broadly. âMake me some money, Baby.â
âBut how?â
âThere are angles, Baby. I got to think about it.â
10
âYou got a minute, David? It was Morton Brooks, the Principal of the religious school.â
âSure.â
âIâll be right up.â
The rabbi replaced the receiver, wondering at the principalâs politeness. Usually he didnât bother to call to inquire if the rabbi were free when he wanted to see him. His normal procedure, even if the door of the rabbiâs study was closed, was to knock perfunctorily and barge in. A few minutes later, the length of time it took him to mount the stairs from his office in the vestry to the rabbiâs study on the second floor, Morton Brooks entered and flung himself in the visitorâs chair in
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