you pray to God, but if you donât believe in God, you read the morning paper. But for me, this is my morning prayer.â He raised the joint to his lips and took another puff. âEvery morning, before I start my day, unless I smoke one of these, Iâm irritable, I have a hard time thinking, and Iâm pissed off at the world. And smoking one at night every now and then is good for me too.â
Fabio nodded with an idiotic grin playing over his lips.
âDo you have a realistâs morning prayer of your own, Fabio?â
The kid thought it over: âFrancesca.â
âWhoâs that?â
âMy girlfriend.â
âGood boy. You ever been behind bars?â
Fabio said nothing, and just shook his head no.
âAll right, then. Let me give you a little useful information. Behind bars, youâll meet plenty of nasty people, and someone like you could become the realistâs morning prayer for some guy standing six feet five and tipping the scales at close to three hundred pounds. But not three hundred pounds like Deruta, the one who arrested you. Iâm talking about almost three hundred pounds of hard muscle, looking at a twenty-year sentence for murder, a guy who hasnât laid eyes on a woman for at least three years. You understand? Thatâs no fun at all. And youâre kind of cute, aside from the fucking zits you have, and Iâm here to tell you that you should stop eating all that junk food. But in the slammer, behind bars, youâre Miss Italy, believe me. Nope, no fun at all, no way. Trust me.â And he stubbed out the joint in the ashtray. âNow, I know that you canât actually give me the names. âCause if you do, youâll wind up lying in a gutter somewhere, sliced open like a baby lamb at Easter. And actually Iâm not interested in knowing the names of the guys who give you the shit, not from you anyway. But you could give me the name of your friend, the kid who assaulted my officer. Now that might constitute a bargain. We could bring him in, bust his ass a little, andif the two of you manage to keep from pulling any more fuckups for the next few years, you might even be able to lead a reasonably peaceful life in this town.â
âI donât even know the guy I was with. This was the first time I saw him.â
âSure, and Iâm a veteran of the First World War.â
âReally?â the dealer asked in a serious voice. Rocco glanced over at Italo, who spread both arms wide.
âItâs late, Iâm sick and tired, and Iâm going to bed now. Pierron, lock him up and tomorrow weâll call the DAâs office. A special-priority trial, one judge, no jury, and behind bars you go. So long, Righetti, say hi to Francesca for me when she brings you a dozen oranges. Actually, as long as sheâs coming to see you, ask her to bring you an extra-large tub of Vaseline. Itâll make things easier.â
AS HE LEFT POLICE HEADQUARTERS HE RAN INTO Officer Scipioni at the entrance: âWhatâs up, Dottore? You going to the hospital to see DâIntino?â
âNot a chance. Iâm going to bed. What time is it?â
âAlmost midnight.â
âShit,â he said. Even the highlights of the Roma-Inter game were shot by now. âCan you tell me how the game ended?â
âTwo to nothing, Inter.â
âHurrah. Take care of yourself, see you tomorrow.â
âYou be well too, Dottore. And if you want a piece ofadvice, pick a new soccer team. At least youâll get a little more fun out of life.â
âSo I should take your lead and root for Juve?â
âWhat are you talking about? Juve? I root for Palermo.â
âIf I ever start rooting for Palermo, make sure you send me to an analyst. Buonanotte , Scipioâ.â
âYOU KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING?â I SAY TO MARINA the minute I walk in the door. I donât know where she is. Somewhere in
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