Or shouldn’t we discuss it in front of your little friend?” Hank grinned. “Your claws are showing, my dear. I’ve decided to be open with Tina. Discuss away.” Michele took a sip of her martini, then carefully blotted her mouth with her napkin. “You remember Rudy.” “Who could forget Rudy?” “You’re right. He’s pretty unforgettable.” Michele leaned toward Tina. “He’s huge, about six-five, way over three hundred pounds. And not the proverbial Teddy bear. He’s tough, but fair. But he has a wicked tongue, and as he himself often says, he doesn’t suffer fools gladly.” “Got it,” Tina said. “My uncle would say he suffers fools badly.” Hank laughed. “King of the twisted, and sometimes-not-twisted, clichés.” Michele looked as if she didn’t know whether to smile or not. “Anyway, Rudy was in charge of us peons.
