Postcard from Chinguashi

Joey told his boss on Monday that he had to take a few days off for a funeral.  His boss said, “You don’t work, you don’t get paid.”  So Joey told him.  “Your choice, asshole.”

Joey started spending every morning following Richie up and down Canal and Mulberry, Mott and Bayard.  Richie wore dark glasses and a gray fedora, angry when Joey asked if he was pretending to be a Mafia don.  “I don’t want him to see me again and take off.”

“You look like Marlon Brando plus fifty pounds,” Joey said.

On the third day, they saw a man with half an ear coming out of a bakery.

“Huang.  It’s him,” Richie said with an elbow in Joey’s ribs.

“He’s not so big,” Joey said.

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