Chapter 48
“Or drugs,” Henry agreed.
“I guess it’s none of our business.”
The dogs clawed at Vito’s legs. “Do you want to come in?”
Henry looked around, as if maybe Vito’s reluctant query was directed at someone else.
“The girls here need their breakfast.”
Henry looked down at them. “Right. Sure.”
Vito turned to unlock the door. “You can’t stay. But I’ll make coffee.” He could feel Henry’s breath warm on his neck, he stood so close behind him.
Vito smiled. 11
Without being asked, Henry collapsed gratefully on Vito’s couch. It was old, but that was not a drawback. The leather was worn and stained at the tops of the cushions, where Henry imagined heads resting. The thought should have been repugnant, but it seemed homey to Henry, who had grown up in a house where everything was always pristine, and if it wasn’t, it was replaced.