“You’re late! You better have wine with you!” Sal yelled from the kitchen as Nick let Jerry in through the front door.
“Only ten minutes!” Jerry yelled back. Sal carried out the last dish of meatballs to the table. “And I got two bottles of wine.”
“That’s my boy!” said Sal. “Now get in here before this stuff gets cold.” They sat at the dining table. “I hear Bongero was a real ass today, huh, Jerry?”
“Not the best way to begin a morning, that’s for sure,” Jerry answered.
Sal liked to start dinner the right away. “Open one of the bottles,
son.” Nick popped open the bottle of Valpolicella.
“You know you guys don’t need Bongero. You could go out on your own,” Sal said. He passed the meatballs to Nick, who in turn handed the wine to his dad.
“It takes money, and we don't have it right now.” “I could front you the money. You know that.”
"Yes, Dad, but if you can get money easy, it’s not worth making your own.”
“Who said that?” Sal looked up from his meatballs and poured
some wine into his glass.
“You did!” Nick and Jerry retorted in unison.
“Oh, that’s right.” He smiled. “But maybe I was wrong. You guys could pay it back on time …”