OCTOBER 1
“You didn’t ask her? Mama mia, you’re an idiota!”
Russell was, but that didn’t mean Angelo was going to get away with it. He dug around in the fridge for a couple Cokes.
“And have you called Jo Thompson yet?” He called out the hatchway to Angelo up at the tiller.
“Low blow, my man. Low blow.”
“Have you?”
“s**t, no. What’s a classy, hot-shot lawyer gonna see in a lousy, Eye-talian servant’s son?”
Russell came on deck and shook the bottle hard before handing it to Angelo. Angelo groaned and slipped it into a cup holder unopened.
“She may be a big-time lawyer, but you’re a big-time restaurateur.”
“Oh, yeah. One whole restaurant. That’ll really impress a lady like that.”
“Got news for you, buddy boy.”
Angelo just glared at him.
“Fisherman’s daughter.” Russell turned away and peeked under the sai……
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