Dead Dog In The Still Of The Night - Plot & Excerpts
Primo looked up from coughing long spindles of saliva and snot into the gutter. Tone had the hearse pulled over and the passenger side door open. Tone floored the big car and did a long sweeping U-turn that brought a barrage of abuse from other drivers. Tone stuck his middle finger out the driver’s window. Primo sat in silence, catching his breath in quick gasps. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand noisily. ‘Here, eat this,’ Tone offered, nudging a cardboard pizza box at Primo. ‘Go on, eat it. It’s good for you. Really. You ever hear bad things about garlic, ever? The old Romans marched to war on garlic, mate. They did, I swear.’ Primo offered up a thin grin. ‘See, even the thought of garlic makes a bloke feel better,’ Tone said. ‘I’ve seen people who are really pissed off come into the restaurant, munch down on a garlic pizza, and walk out feeling like king shit.’ Tone crossed himself. ‘On my nonno’s grave, Prims.’ ‘Your grandfathers are both still alive.’ ‘Yeah, but if they were dead, you know.’ Primo took a slice of pizza and folded it into a calzone, shoving half of it into his mouth.
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