Dinner With The Mafia. Armando Lazzari
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Название: Dinner With The Mafia
Автор: Armando Lazzari
Издательство: Tektime S.r.l.s.
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isbn: 9788835411079
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“The serial numbers, see? They’re still not perfectly aligned. The rest is passable, not perfect, but pretty good. Now get back to work. I want a final result by the end of the week.”
“Sure, Boss. Consider it done.”
Staggering away from sheer exhaustion, Bart headed back to the drawing board.
The Italian Affair Restaurant
“They’d even be happy if I went to work at Uncle Carmine’s restaurant.”
The waiter then brought the second course to their table. “Here you are. Beef braised in Barolo wine with porcini mushrooms for the signorina. And seared lamb cooked on embers for you, sir. The roasted potatoes are on the house.”
“Thank you so much and send our compliments to Mario. Everything is exquisite, as usual.”
The waiter didn’t leave without first winking at Ben in reference to Susan’s beauty and choice of food. If she noticed, she didn’t show it.
“On one hand though, you’re lucky. I mean, whatever happens, you’re always covered.”
Ben felt his chest swell a bit. “Yes, it really has its advantages. It means I can dedicate all my time to my passion. I should say, though, that I’ve been pretty lucky since childhood. I remember the time, when I was ten-years-old, an encyclopedia salesman knocked on the door and gave me a beautiful new soccer ball, just to promote his books. It was the exact same ball that a neighborhood kid had stolen from me just a few hours before.
Twenty years ago
The doorbell echoed throughout the house.
“Ben! Someone’s at the door. Can you answer it?”
With eyes red and swollen from crying, little Ben did as his uncle asked and answered the door. Standing in front of him was a hunched over man with a beat-up face. He took off his hat and greeted the boy with a forced smile that was missing three or four teeth.
“Hello‘fere, young man. I’m a falefman for the Academic American Enfyclopedia.”
Skeptical and unsure, Ben stared at the man.
“I waf paffing frough your neighborhood to prefent my bookf and to give a prefent to the good boyf. Are you a good boy?”
Unsure of what the man in front of him was saying exactly, Ben understood perfectly the universal word “present”, and nodded his head.
“Well, then thif if for you!” The man, who was hiding his hand behind his back, presented Ben with a beautiful new soccer ball. Ben’s sad and desolate expression immediately transformed into joy and happiness.
“Wow! Is it really mine? It’s exactly like the ball that son-of-a-bitch Jim stole from me!”
The man’s upper lip trembled slightly, but he managed not to fall completely apart.
“Yef, fon. It’f a prefent for you! I have to be on my way now. Pleafe fay hello to your uncle for me.”
In silence, the man left the way he arrived, leaving Ben happy, but puzzled by the man’s parting words.
“Look! Look what some strange man gave me!”
The Italian Affair Restaurant
“When I say it like that, it seems silly. But believe me, that’s just one example of many random incidents that sound like I'm making them up. Every time something bad happened, some kind of karma would intervene and turn the situation around in my favor.”
Susan listened to everything, but not in awe like most people would have. Ben appreciated this aspect of her personality; the way she accentuated her positive opinion of him as if he were someone special.
“Yeah! Like the scales of justice. C’mon, tell me more. Just one more story to satisfy my hope that there is a God.”
Ben smiled pleasantly and stalled for time wiping his mouth with his napkin, while trying to think of another interesting and original story.
“I remember when I was sixteen and had just got my drivers’ license. I had worked all summer in a fast-food joint to save up for my first car. With that money, I bought an olive green ’77 Buick. It wasn’t the hottest car, but that was all I could afford and the salesman guaranteed that it was good for several thousand more miles. I remember how excited I was to have something that was all mine, that I had earned with hard work. I felt like an adult. Then about an hour later, I felt like a complete idiot. While I was driving, the engine started smoking and then the car took its last breath…and broke down. I went home with my tail between my legs. I was so mad, especially at myself, for letting someone rip me off like that. I didn’t sleep a wink that night.”
“So I guess you went back to the salesman the next day.”
“You bet! But the dealership told me that the salesman had quit and anyway, the title in my name was nontransferable to a different car.”
“Outrageous! You were swindled,” said Susan, shocked.
“Yep. And the worst part was that I couldn’t do anything about it. The proof was in the paperwork.”
“So what was the heaven sent lucky break?”
“A phone call,” said Ben, holding out for suspense.
But Susan tried to answer before Ben, “Don’t tell me that the salesman felt sorry for you and gave you back your money?”
“Nope. Even better than that. The same dealership contacted me to tell me that I had won a contest they had announced, of which I hadn’t the slightest memory of entering. I guess among all the paperwork I had signed, there must have been something about a contest. Anyway, the fact is, first prize was a car that I could have never afforded: a cherried-out, flaming red Mustang!”
“That’s amazing! I’ve never met anyone who’s ever won anything in a contest…unless they were related or the mistress of some manager.” Susan seemed really sincere, even though she appeared to be a chronic pessimist.
“Well,” said Ben “I don’t think that it’s just a question of pure luck. I mean, most people never win contests because they don’t participate. They either give up before trying or just don’t tempt fate.”
Susan felt hurt by his accusation of inertia. “What? I don’t agree at all! I would have signed up for hundreds, if not thousands of contests without having won even a consolation prize. You just got really lucky. That’s all, just luck, honey!”
Calling him “honey”, even if blatantly sarcastic, went straight to his head, giving him a smug sense of satisfaction.
“It’s not as rare as you think, you know. Lots of times in my family, we’ve won unexpected prizes from promotions from some brand of cereal or another.”
“We’re not talking about some little toy for kids. We’re talking about a car and…can I dip some of my bread in your sauce, too?”
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