Origins--Late Spring, 1964

[neapolitan_man]

Gino Giordano is in his office upstairs at the factory, dressed in a very nice suit--he likes to make a good impression, after all--and debating whether to light a cigar before or after the mayor comes in

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[spandexed_edie]

The Mayor is not a patient man on a good day. And today is not one of his better days. He's antsy and annoyed; and heading towards furious. The more he thinks about the way his daughter came in last night--

Well, it doesn't matter. It'll be settled now.

He brushes past the secretary on his way in.

"Gino, I've not got the time or the energy to play social niceties with you. I'll get straight to business."

The less time he spends in this goddamned guinea's office the better. Fucking scum.

[neapolitan_man]

"Mayor Sedgwick," says Gino with a smile, the very picture of amiability. Maddening, really. "Do come in--sit down. You sounded so upset on the phone--tell me what's on your mind. There must be some way I can help you... and you know I live to be of service."

He helps himself to a cigar--expensive, and Cuban.

He does not offer one to the mayor, just settles back in his chair to smoke it and look attentive.

[spandexed_edie]

The Mayor sits in the chair across from his desk, looking pissed that he even has to be there in the first place.

"Well, I am upset. My daughter, Edith, has been running around with your nephew, Tony Napolitano. I want this to end. I've got plans for my daughter, and they don't include...well, that."

He really wasn't expecting that innocent tutoring thing to become what it has. And by estimating from seeing how she came in last night, they've either already had sex, or are getting closer to having sex, and he really can't have his daughter getting herself that entangled with this family.

"I came here to do this peacefully. I want you to talk to the boy. Dissuade him any way you want; I leave that to your own digression. But this will end, Gino, and I'll tell you why

[neapolitan_man]

"I've seen your girl around," he says. "She's a nice kid. But I've seen another nice kid around too, down at my friend Eddie's restaurant--girl named Elizabeth, cute little brunette who wears those short skirts. Maybe you've seen her around?"

He puffs at his cigar, contentedly. He isn't afraid of the mayor. Why should he be? He's got friends in some pretty high places... friends who have other friends who have guns.

"Look, it's obvious you've only got the one kid, and she's a well-behaved girl. If you'd ever had a son, you'd know the last thing you can do with them when they're Tony's age is tell them not to do something. If either of us tell him to stay away from her, that'll just make him more determined to be with her."