Excerpt:  “This guy, this guy over there says this thing is gotta get done, and I mean gotta. You get me? This is no joke no more, everybody’s fed up and it’s not good for anyone when the old mustaches get fed up, or even when they hear that everyone around them is fed up. It’s just no good to make waves, and this could be an ocean of ’em if you don’t take care of this thing.” Vince was agitated, walking faster than his normal stroll. He was making his point, making his plan, appointing the contractor. His walking partner hesitated to respond, eyeing the parking meters, then the van on the corner before Vince ushered him around the corner and into a storefront vestibule. “Look at me, Charlie,” he said, and waited to catch his eye. Then Charlie nodded, turned, and walked back to his Seville. He pulled a u-turn into traffic and sped away.

-Danny Grosso

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