Mendone. âWine enriches the blood. Wine is good for the skin.â
âWine puts a certain light in the eyes,â said Fabrizze.
âIs it good for the lungs?â said Grace. âThe baby cries out when I take him in the fresh air.â
âWine keeps the teeth clean,â said Mendone.
âAnd it loosens the tongue,â said Grace.
âBut then it relieves the heart,â said Fabrizze.
âAnd fills our pockets,â said Mendone.
Profits were mounting. Fabrizze made more money in the basement than on the railroad. Along with it came a fair share of disruption in the house. Part of the railroad gang followed Fabrizze home in the afternoon to take a glass with him. They lingered in the cool basement. Now and again they asked Fabrizze to read from the daily paper. They sipped wine and made comments on the news.
âThereâs a shock,â Cardino would say.
âListen for another,â said Rumbone.
Fabrizze went on reading.
âThere it is,â said Gritti.
âEnough of that,â said Cardino. âTurn the page.â
âHere is news,â said Fabrizze. âItâs time for supper.â
âOne more glass,â said Gritti.
âYour wife is waiting,â said Fabrizze.
âThereâs a shock,â said Rumbone.
Day and night there were customers in the house. The tailor Salupo planted himself in the corner and waited for customers of his own. A measuring tape was round his neck. Rainbow garters choked his sleeves. He kept giving the garters to children. He winked and beckoned when he saw a child. Suddenly he was whispering of a secret thing. He whispered until the child was cross-eyed with wonder and delight.
âSit on my knee,â Salupo would say, softly. âI was watching for you. I was watching and waiting and when I saw you I said to myself, âLook, look, look: hereâs the little boy with brown hair: tell him the secret!â Listen, listen, listen. Put your ear closer and closer. Have you heard about the box hidden up in my attic? Listen then. Up in the corner of the closet in the attic is a box, a big box, a big red box, a box bigger than a little boy with brown hair just like you. And the box is full, the big box is loaded up, the big red box is spilling over with toys, toys, toys. Look with me in the box, the big box, the big red box. Look, look. Bouncing balls and yellow balloons. Red wagons and spinning tops. Puppies and clowns and horns to blow. A long black train with smoke and a whistle. Silver bells and a boat with a sail. A can of paint and a bottle of glue. Are you listening? Tell your mother to bring you to the closet in the attic. Iâll be waiting there with the big red box. Look again. A rocking horse and a big bass drum. Hammers and nails and wooden spoons. Chocolate cookies and rubber bands. Pails and wheels and marching soldiers. Come closer. Iâll give you this garter from my sleeve. Think of me in the closet of the attic with the big red box of toys, toys, toys. Iâll be waiting for you. Itâs a secret thing. Shake hands on it.â
Often Salupo came upstairs to talk with Grace and play with the baby. He would thread imaginary needles and measure Paul for a suit and sew it up on the spot.
âHow he watches me,â he said. âLook at that smile. I wish I could sew his trouble in a sack and drop the sack in the sea.â
âAs long as he has no more than his share,â said Grace.
âNext year Iâll make a suit for him,â said Salupo. âBlue as his eyes. Running through it will be a stitch of gold to match his hair. And let me design a dress for you. I have this brown cloth. Perfect, perfect. And why doesnât Fabrizze come to me? I can do a remarkable thing for him.â
The lovely look of Grace and the child sent Salupo back downstairs for more wine. He drank and drank and brooded over the fact that he had never married. He staggered round
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