I turn around, and you tell me if thereâs anything you need to be forgiven for.
âI really donât know,â Nick continues, âI really donât. I mean, I didnât go to your barbecue last night ⦠but I donât think ⦠Could it be ⦠I donât know ⦠could it be Uncle Sal mistook me for somebody else?â
âYou know something, Nick?â Tony says, forgetting about the twittering birds or any desire he might have to understand what the fuckâs going on in front of Cettina. âYouâre right. Uncle Sal mistook you for somebody else, he realized he made a mistake, and now he wants to forgive you ⦠He always does that when he makes a mistake: first he forgives you, then he makes you part of the family.â
âPart of the family?â
âSure, part of the family ⦠Mindy, right?â
âMindyâs a nice girl, Nick,â Cettina says.
âToo nice, if you ask me,â Tony says. â Cazzo, sheâs like Aunt Carmela!â
âDonât talk like that, Tony!â Cettina says.
âWhy? Because Nickâs here?â Tony says. âBut Nickâs gotta know about our family problems! Minchia, Uncle Salâs worried ⦠We already got one old maid, and people have started saying the Scali women arenât the marrying kind. You know what that means, Nick?â
Nick makes a face, like he doesnât know what it means.
âFuck,â Tony continues, âif women arenât the marrying kind, it means they donât want a family, they werenât brought up with any family feeling ⦠But you know something, Nick? Iâm really pleased Sal talked to you about Mindy. Valentina wonât like it, but at least we wonât have another Aunt Carmela in the family!â
Nick makes a face, like someone whoâs lost the thread.
âSomebody just has to mention your name and Valentina goes all red, like she just got slapped in the face!â Tony says. He goes up to Nick, smiling, and pinches his cheeks. âNicky, Nicky, youâre a real good kid ⦠innocent, but a good kid ⦠Fuck, itâs getting late! Letâs go, Iâll see you to the door.â
âThanks for the coffee, Cettina,â Nick says, standing up.
âDonât mention it, Nick,â Cettina says, pulling her skirt down again.
Tony would like to put his arm around Nickâs shoulders, but, seeing that Nick is quite a bit taller, he decides heâll just squeeze his left forearm as they walk to the door. When they get there, Tony squeezes harder. Nick turns.
âNick,â Tony says. âYou know, donât laugh at this, but Iâve gotten fond of you ⦠Is there anything you want to tell me? Iâm here for you!â
âNothing, Tony, believe me,â Nick says. âNothing important.â
âOkay,â Tony says, giving him a pat on the right cheek. âYou go on home.â
FRANK TWIDDLES HIS THUMBS AND LOOKS AT THEM
Frank twiddles his thumbs and looks at them, thinking aloud to Chaz. âYou know whatâs crazy? Somebody like me who pays taxes canât go to Sicily when he wants to! I gotta justify myself to the fucking FBI!â
âWe need something, Frank,â Chaz says. âJust one thing, then the lawyer can say, âErra went to Sicily for this, that, and the other, and you know what the FBI did? They followed him, they wasted public money persecuting an honest Italian-American citizen just because of his heritage!ââ
â Madonna! â Frank says. âThese fucking Cuban cigars! Look how yellow my fingers are! Yes, Chaz, but itâs got to be something plausible, otherwise the average American gets pissed off. You gotta give the average American a serious reason, not serious to you, serious to him. Because otherwise he starts to go hmmm, and when the average American goes hmmm, it