Chapter 4

“This is great,” I said, through my full mouth.

Mickey smiled.

The waitress returned with a large porron of red wine and two glasses. Mickey immediately poured the wine.

“Buon appetito,” she said as she lifted her glass to me.

“Back at ‘cha.” I grinned, saluting with my glass.

We both started eating in earnest. We were half-way through our meal when a young woman walked up to Mickey.

“Hi, Aunt Mickey,” she said. “Daddy wants to know if you can help him tomorrow.”

“What time?”

“Ten-thirty to four.”

“In the kitchen or on the floor?”

“Kitchen, I think. Rocco has an appointment or something. He won’t be in tomorrow.”

“Sure. I’ll help.”

The teen smiled. “That’s great. I’ll tell him.” She turned and left.

Mickey grinned at me. “Looks like I’ll be doing dishes tomorrow.”

“Where?” I asked.

Mickey laughed. “Right here. Didn’t I tell you? My brother is the head chef here.”

“No! Really?”

Mickey nodded. “My last name’s Bianchi. My father is Gino.”