Vinnie’s mom and dad sit on the living room sofa. Vinnie, his hands in his pants pockets, stands opposite them on the other side of the coffee table. Dexter lies at Vinnie’s feet. Dexter is hoping something to eat comes out of Vinnie’s pockets when he takes his hands out of his pockets.
“Vincent, why were and Joey and you spying on Sara? She is such a sweet girl,” demands Vinnie’s mom.
Vinnie looks up, “Can I get Rupert, he’s my mouth piece.”
“Vincent, where did you pick up that language. Do you know what a mouth piece is?” says Vinnie’s mom.
Vinnie looks at his dad. Vinnie’s dad looks at Dexter. Dexter looks at Vinnie’s pockets. “I learned it from the movies about detectives Dad let me watch, Mom. Is a mouth piece like a retainer?” Rupert has perfect teeth. He doesn’t need a retainer. Every time somebody said mouth piece a lawyer showed up in the movie. Dad, are you a mouth piece for the mob?”
Vinnie’s mom takes hold of a light colored throw pillow and presses it to her face. Muffled, strange sounds resembling a black footed albatrosses’ courtship come from the pillow.
“What? What makes you think I’m a mouthpiece for the mob?” asks Vinnie’s dad. More sounds from under the throw pillow.
“You’re a lawyer, Dad.”
“I don’t have anything to do with criminals, Vinnie,” says Vinnie’s dad defensively.
“Good cover, Dad,” says Vinnie.
Gulps of air, noises that sound the are arriving from a far distant galaxy come from behind the throw pillow.
“Vincent,” says Vinnie’s dad. “I am a honest lawyer and you can’t stalk Sara.”
“Joey and me weren’t stalking Sara, Dad. We were protecting her,” says Vinnie.
Vinnie’s mom takes the throw pillow away from her face. She looks at Vinnie, “Who are you protecting Sara from, Vinnie?”
Vinnie doesn’t miss a beat, “The mob, Dad’s bosses.”