Meanwhile, back at the other end of the Street inside Lena’s . . .
Lena looks up from her stack of scratch off tickets. She motions to Al, the bartender, with a forefinger as thick as a hotdog.
Al turns away from watching a replay of the 2004 seventh game of the American League Championship Game between the Red Sox and Yankees. Al holds up a hand, “Ortiz is coming up, he’s gonna hit a walkoff.”
Lena slides a scratch off ticket off her stack of tickets and starts scratching.
From the other end of the bar, “Atta boy, Big Papi.”
Al walks down to Lena, “I never get tired of watching that replay. I remember exactly what I was doing when it happened.”
Lena looks up from her scratch off ticket, “What?”
“Me and two of my buddies were drinking cheap beers at The Lucky Canary . . . Opps. I know that’s a sore spot with you, Lena. It’s all about location, location, location. You got next to the tracks and they got the good end of the street.”
Lena looks up at Al, “Step outside and look up and down the street. Come back in and tell me there’s a good side to the street. I’ll tell you the problem. The Lucky Canary got the exclusive to the cheap beer in this neighborhood. I don’t know how they pulled it off. I got a feeling the Tuna’s hand is in there somewhere. Legos owns forty percent, nobody is saying who owns the other sixty. It’s listed by to the city as being owned by holding company. I think it’s the Tuna who owns sixty percent. I can’t prove nothing. Anyway, as far as the Tuna’s concerned, I don’t want to prove nothing.”
Al says, “You mean something, right?”
Lena gives Al the look. Al glances back at the TV and sees the replay of the first game of the 2004 World Series between the Red Sox and Cardinals beginning.
Lena jerks a thumb toward the back booth. “I think I heard the word Nunzio.”
“You’re kidding,” says Al.
Lena shakes her head. “I don’t kid about stuff like that. I’m hoping my name was not mentioned in the same conversation.”
“Did you hear my name?” asks a jittery Al.
Lena shakes her head.
Meanwhile in the Rear booth . . .
Stella grabs hold of Lenny’s ears. “I am not gonna sleep with Nunzio. You can’t pay me enough to sleep with him.”
“Leggo my ears, you’re hurting them, Stella. I know I gots big ears. You’re taking advantage of me,” says Lenny.
“I’m gonna twist them again if you don’t have a better idea,” says Stella giving Lenny’s ears a twist.
“Ouch. I wasn’t gonna pay you for sleeping with Nunzio. You was gonna do it for free. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.”
“You want me to twist them again? I think the next twist is gonna take them off and then I am gonna stuff them in your mouth,” snarls Stella.
“I can’t think when you are twisting my ears,” says Lenny.
Stella lets go of Lenny ears. Lenny feels both ears, checks his hands for blood. Lenny says, “My brain started working when you stopped twisting my ears. I shoulda tried that in school when I was taking a test. I’m thinking if I twist my ears and then I stop twisting them, my brain starts working. When you stopped twisting my ears, I come up with a brilliant idea. We will be in the clear and the cops are gonna blame Tony’s friends and the Tuna for killing him. That’s not the best part.”