Tony's mouth was full. He'd just finished shoveling in a huge bite of tortellini con panna. Lifting up his napkin, he wiped off the ring of cream and cheese from his lips. Angelo and Tony were in a small all-night restaurantsub shop in Astoria. It was Tony's idea to stop, but Angelo didn't mind since he had to call Cerino anyway. "Well?" Tony repeated after he'd swallowed the tortellini in his mouth. He washed it down with mineral water."I wish you wouldn't talk with food in your mouth," Angelo said as he sat down. "It makes me sick." "I'm sorry," Tony said. He was already busy stabbing tortellini with his fork in preparation for the next bite."He wants us to go out again tonight," Angel said. Tony shoveled the forkful of tortellini into his mouth, then said, "Great!" It sounded more like "rate." Having had yet another disgusting look at the mash of pasta in Tony's mouth, Angelo reached over and picked Tony's bowl from the table and crammed it upside down on Tony's place mat. Tony flinched at the sudden movement and stared at his upturned bowl with shocked surprise.
