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The Gate House :: Demille Nelson
Страница: 436 из 490” I thought about Anthony’s nice, clean hit at Giovanni’s Ristorante, and I also recalled what Anthony himself said to me on his front lawn, and I assured her, “Women and children get a pass… well, childrenanyway.” I further noted, “Carolyn is a district attorney, and that makes her virtually untouchable.”
Susan nodded, “All right… then I’m looking forward to London.”
“And then Paris.”
“Good. I haven’t been out of the country since… the time we went to Rome.”
Cheap boyfriends. Or provincial bumpkins. Meanwhile, I’ve been out of the country ten years, and I would have liked to stay around here awhile – but back to London.
She asked, “Am I going to enjoy London with you?”
“I hope so. I want to show you the Imperial War Museum.”
“I can’t wait.” She asked me, “Will there be ladies calling and knocking on your door in London?”
“Ladies? No. Of course not. But maybe we should stay in a hotel.”
She reminded me, “We can’t afford it.”
Another new reality.
So we sat in the office and talked a little about what Mancuso had said, and about how we really saw this situation. Susan was optimistic, and I, too, thought that maybe Anthony Bellarosa had more problems with his paesanos than we had with Anthony. But I wasn’t betting my life, or hers, on that.
We heard Edward pull up, and Susan went to the door and opened it before he unlocked it.
The three of us went up to the family room, and Sophie brought us the leftover cake, then wished us good night.
So we chatted about the day, and about sailboats, and about Susan and me visiting him in Los Angeles, and maybe bringing Grandma Harriet along. Hopefully, she’d like L.A. and stay there. We also told him that we were going to London for a few days, and then someplace else. Edward didn’t need to know where until we got there, and maybe not even then. He also didn’t need to know right now about the Mafia hit in Brooklyn. If he heard about this when he was in L.A., he’d probably put two and two together and realize why we were going to Europe on short notice. Or Carolyn would do the addition for him.
Apropos of nothing that we were discussing, Edward asked, “How did it go with Grandma and Grandpa after we left?”
I let Susan reply, and she said truthfully, “Not too well. But we’ll speak to them again tomorrow.”
He asked, “Why don’t they want you to get married?”
My turn, so I said, “They don’t like me.”
He pointed out, “You’re not marrying them .”
“Good point,” I agreed, “but they see this in a larger context.”
Edward cut through the bullshit, and said, “It’s all about their money.
Susan nodded, “All right… then I’m looking forward to London.”
“And then Paris.”
“Good. I haven’t been out of the country since… the time we went to Rome.”
Cheap boyfriends. Or provincial bumpkins. Meanwhile, I’ve been out of the country ten years, and I would have liked to stay around here awhile – but back to London.
She asked, “Am I going to enjoy London with you?”
“I hope so. I want to show you the Imperial War Museum.”
“I can’t wait.” She asked me, “Will there be ladies calling and knocking on your door in London?”
“Ladies? No. Of course not. But maybe we should stay in a hotel.”
She reminded me, “We can’t afford it.”
Another new reality.
So we sat in the office and talked a little about what Mancuso had said, and about how we really saw this situation. Susan was optimistic, and I, too, thought that maybe Anthony Bellarosa had more problems with his paesanos than we had with Anthony. But I wasn’t betting my life, or hers, on that.
We heard Edward pull up, and Susan went to the door and opened it before he unlocked it.
The three of us went up to the family room, and Sophie brought us the leftover cake, then wished us good night.
So we chatted about the day, and about sailboats, and about Susan and me visiting him in Los Angeles, and maybe bringing Grandma Harriet along. Hopefully, she’d like L.A. and stay there. We also told him that we were going to London for a few days, and then someplace else. Edward didn’t need to know where until we got there, and maybe not even then. He also didn’t need to know right now about the Mafia hit in Brooklyn. If he heard about this when he was in L.A., he’d probably put two and two together and realize why we were going to Europe on short notice. Or Carolyn would do the addition for him.
Apropos of nothing that we were discussing, Edward asked, “How did it go with Grandma and Grandpa after we left?”
I let Susan reply, and she said truthfully, “Not too well. But we’ll speak to them again tomorrow.”
He asked, “Why don’t they want you to get married?”
My turn, so I said, “They don’t like me.”
He pointed out, “You’re not marrying them .”
“Good point,” I agreed, “but they see this in a larger context.”
Edward cut through the bullshit, and said, “It’s all about their money.