The two men spoke and laughed.
The ma?tre d’ nodded his head in a fatherly way and said. “Your nephew has explained the situation and I understand how difficult it is when your belongings have been stolen. Please, excuse me and enjoy your meal.”
“My nephew! What da ya mean, my nephew?” Myrna began.
“Shut up,” Karl whispered through gritted teeth, steering her forward behind the gentleman as he led them to a table in the back of the restaurant.
Once seated, Karl looked at Antonio in amazement. “How’d you do that?”
“When I was with my Micho, we sometimes went out for meals. He did not like to wash or change clothing. I always had to convince the barman he was not a vagrant. I learned all manner of tricks.” He smiled his brilliant smile and Karl felt a twitch in his groin area.
“Y’all gonna let me in on yer little secret?”
Karl explained to Myrna as best he could without letting on that Antonio’s kind old uncle was Michelangelo.