lot of people whose family members have no problem breaking the law, Gina didnât want to know anything about it. She didnât participate, but she didnât preach to them either. She loved her family because they were her family, and she was devoted to her screwy little brother because he was her screwy little brother, but if they sold stolen turkeys, or they knew where to get stolen cars, or they smoked cigarettes that didnât have the federal tax stamp on the pack, she didnât want to know anything about it. That was their business, not hers.
Supposedly.
In his head, Tozzi kept hearing Bellsâs voice on her answering machine. âGina, itâs me. Gimme a call. â At the time, sheâd picked her head up off his shoulder, rolled her eyes, and made a face at the machine, but she didnât offer an explanation, and Tozzi didnât ask for one. But now he was starting to wonder about her and Bells.
The first thing Gina unpacked from the second grocery bag was a cellophane package of bread stuffing. Tozziâs stomach growled. It wasnât crispy-edged home fries, but it was food. He stood up and ambled over toward the counter.
She looked at him warily over her glasses, like a dog eyeing a cat coming too close to her bowl. He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms. Her eyes didnât leave him.
He glanced down at the package of stuffing. He knew this was probably for the DeFrescosâ Thanksgiving dinner, but he wasstarving. He was dying to rip the bag open and shove a handful of the dry bread cubes into his mouth, but that wouldnât be right. Of course, he wasnât Mike Tozzi, he was Mike Santoro, and Santoro was a bad guy as far as Gina knew. So why shouldnât he open the bag and take some? It would be consistent with his character. And anyway he was hungry.
He reached for the bag and the sound of rustling cellophane invaded the quiet kitchen. The steely glint in her eye made him freeze.
âYou like that hand?â she asked.
âWhat?â
She looked down at his hand on the bag. âYou like that hand?â
âYeah. I like it.â
âThen keep it to yourself before I cut it off.â There was a knife rack on the counter behind the bags of groceries.
Tozzi looked her in the eye and grinned, but she was serious. The DeFrescos were Sicilian.
âCâmon,â he said. âJust lemme have a few.â
âNo.â
âCâmon. Youâre not gonna use the whole bag.â
âNo.â She pulled the bag of stuffing out from under his hand, threw it in the cupboard, and slammed the door shut.
Tozzi shrugged and gave her a helpless look. âGina, why so mean? Whatâd I ever do to you?â
âYou donât know?â She was weighing a can of cranberry sauce in her hand.
âOh, câmon, will ya? You make it sound like I forced you.â
âI didnât say that.â
âWell, then what are you saying?â
She put the can on the counter and pulled another one out of the bag. âI donât want to talk about it.â
âWhy not?â
She sighed, exasperated. âWhy donât you just go away?â
âWe had fun. It was great. Why donât you want to talk about it?â
âBecause I donât.â
âWell, I do.â
âThen go outside and talk to yourself.â She pulled out a package of walnuts, and Tozziâs stomach growled out loud.
She looked down at his gut and shook her head.
Tozzi frowned. âYou know, Gina, I donât get you. I bend over backward to be nice to you, and you treat me like shit. For a while there I thought maybe we coulda had something together, but I guess I was wrong.â
âYouâve got that right.â
âSee? Youâve always gotta be nasty. Why? Iâm nice to you, but youâre nasty to me. Thatâs not right.â This was Mike Santoro talking, but Tozzi was getting into
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