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I
very
nearly
asked
him
when
he
planned
to
go
to
Italy
,
but
that
seemed
too
much
.
Instead
,
I
moved
over
to
him
and
took
him
gently
by
his
right
elbow
.
"
Alfio
,
"
I
said
,
"
I
think
you
’
re
nuts
.
Why
don
’
t
you
go
into
New
York
to
the
best
specialist
?
There
must
be
something
to
stop
that
pain
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
believe
it
.
"
"
What
have
you
got
to
lose
?
Go
ahead
.
Try
it
.
"
"
What
do
you
care
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
.
But
I
’
ve
worked
here
a
long
time
for
a
stupid
son
of
a
bitch
dago
.
If
a
yellow
dog
hurt
that
much
,
I
’
d
get
to
feeling
it
myself
.
You
come
in
here
and
move
your
arms
and
it
’
s
half
an
hour
before
I
can
straighten
up
.
"
"
You
like
me
?
"
"
Hell
,
no
.
I
’
m
buttering
you
up
for
a
raise
.
"
He
looked
at
me
with
hound
’
s
eyes
,
rimmed
with
red
,
and
dark
brown
iris
and
pupil
all
one
piece
.
He
seemed
about
to
say
something
but
changed
his
mind
about
it
.
"
You
’
re
a
good
kid
,
"
he
said
.
"
Don
’
t
depend
on
it
.
"
"
A
good
kid
!
"
he
said
explosively
and
as
though
shocked
by
his
show
of
emotion
he
went
out
of
the
store
and
walked
away
.
