Chapter 33
“No,” she said quietly. “Not always.”
“Well, what happened?”
Carmela looked down at the delicate gold watch on her wrist. “Another time, okay, Henry? I got to get back out to the front of the house or Rosalie will have my head on a platter. Yours too, if you don’t get back to the dishes.”
“But tell me.”
“Not now.” And Carmela got up and hurried away from him faster than he had ever seen her move.
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Later that night, Henry thought he was alone, cleaning counters and putting stuff away at the end of the night.
He heard a toilet flush and looked over to see Vito emerge from the employee washroom.
“Oh, hi,” Henry said, embarrassed at how his surprise and nervousness at seeing the man caused his voice to go higher. He gave a final swipe to the stainless prep counter with a cloth and straightened up. It was time to go home.