Chapter 7

“The oldest and smartest one,” Peppe said, smiling at Angelo.

“That’s not what he said when I joined the force lo those many years ago,” Angelo commented. “He said I was pazzoand would regret it once I came to my senses.”

“Pazzomeaning crazy, which I thought he was at the time,” Peppe explained.

“He’s still not quite certain I’m not.” Angelo told Mark with a wink. “Would I be right in presuming you’re Mark? Grandpa’s talked often about you.”

Mark chuckled. “If I’m not then I’d probably be insulted by your comment. I am, however, so you’re safe.”

Peppe raised his hand and the waiter immediately appeared, taking his order for a bottle of wine and another glass.

“You never drank wine when I was your waiter,” Mark said.

“I was always here for lunch. I make it a habit not to drink until evening.”

Angelo nodded. “True, but when evening comes, watch out.”

“My grandson exaggerates. I have two, perhaps three, glasses is all.” Peppe tapped his chest. “It’s good for my heart.”