Frequently, you can catch Mikey or Vito sitting at a table feasting on a plate of penne al la vodka and salad. At times, you may even catch Vinny Telesco himself sitting at the bar. Sunny tossed his cigarette to the ground and stomped on it before he walked through the doors to Pellegrino’s. The restaurant was packed. Upon entering, he removed his hat and unbuttoned his wool pea coat. He slid past the two couples waiting to be seated and walked over to the bar area. “Lemme get a straight gin. No rocks.” He told the bartender. Sunny looked around for a familiar face. Seeing none, he tossed his drink back and ordered another one. It was like a flame burning in his chest. He was warming up now. His nerves were calming and he was feeling more like himself. He felt normal. The confidence he previously lacked was building up like a snowball racing down the Appalachian Mountains. His fears evaporated like boiling water in a pot. He was ready. He turned to exit the restaurant and stopped short as if he had forgotten something.
