V Is for Vengeance

for the job, he’d hesitated, wondering if it was wise to have her so close by. Lola’s neediness would surface and he’d have to shore her up with constant reassurances. He needn’t have worried. Nine years was nine years, and the physical attraction had faded. Cara was competent and she worked hard, and he knew his Uncle Alfredo liked looking at her.
    She met him at the door. “He’s been waiting for you. He woke up at midnight and wanted company. We played gin rummy and watched television for most of the night. I don’t know where he gets the energy.”
    Dante followed her into the living room, where his Uncle Alfredo was seated by the fireplace, wrapped in a big puffy yellow comforter. April nights were still chilly and the mornings were not much warmer. Dante crossed to the fireplace, leaned down, and kissed the top of his uncle’s head. Alfredo grabbed his hand and clung to it laying it up against his cheek.
    “You’re a good boy, Dante. Let me say that while I have the opportunity.”
    When he finally let go, Dante pulled up a chair and sat down across from him. “How goes the battle?”
    “About like you’d expect. This morning’s not so bad.”
    “Cara says you were up half the night.”
    “I’m afraid I’ll die in my sleep.”
    “Don’t want the Grim Reaper catching you unawares?”
    “I intend to put up a fight,” Alfredo said. “Your father came to see me yesterday. We had a long talk.”
    “Let me guess. He thinks I’m too hard on Cappi. He wants me to hand over the bale and let him run the circuit.”
    “That was the gist of it. Not that I’m siding with Lorenzo, but how’s the kid going to learn responsibility if he’s never given any? I’m not making a judgment here so don’t get on your high horse. I’m just asking.”
    “The ‘kid’ as you so aptly refer to him is forty-six years old. I think he’s already demonstrated his capacity for growth and maturity,” Dante said. “Cappi takes advantage. He wheedles and whines and next thing you know, Pop thinks he’s come up with the idea himself.”
    “No doubt about it. Cappi pays me a visit, I know he’s working an angle, maneuvering for support.”
    “He’s not getting it from me. I may make a show of teaching him the system but I’m not going to cut him in on the profits from an operation worth millions. You think that’s a good idea, you’re nuts.”
    Alfredo tilted his head, his tone mild. “Here’s another way of looking at it. How many years you been saying you want out of the business? This might be your opportunity.”
    “Doesn’t work that way. I’m fifty-four years old. What would I do, go to medical school? Get a law degree? It’s too late. Pop expected me to do this and I’m doing it. Now he expects me to turn the biggest chunk of it over to Cappi, who fucks up everything he does. I won’t do it.”
    “How are you going to get around it when he’s made up his mind?”
    “He can make up his mind about anything he wants. I’m the one in control. Anyway, ask me, he’s losing it. He’s talking about Amo and Donatello like they’re in the next room.”
    “He’s forgetful sometimes. Happens to all of us.”
    “Not you,” Dante said.
    “I’m a special case,” Alfredo said wryly. “Big problem you got is Lorenzo doesn’t always see what Cappi’s up to. You should put a stop to it before it gets out of hand.”
    “How?”
    His uncle’s face registered distress. “What’s the matter with you? You know better. That’s not a question you should ever have to ask.” Alfredo studied him briefly. “You know what your problem is?”
    “I’m sure you’ll enlighten me.”
    “You’ve gone all dainty on me. There was a time when you’d have taken care of this. No talk, no hesitation.”
    Dante smiled. “‘Dainty.’ That’s a first.”
    “You know what I mean. Man in your position can’t afford a conscience. It’s unbecoming. You don’t back away from what’s difficult. You do what needs to be done.”
    “You don’t believe we are what we do?”
    “Of course. We just have to accept that about ourselves. That we’re corrupt, that our sins are mortal. God knows mine lie heavy on my soul.”
    “And you wish the same torment on me?”
    “You know what’s right.”
    “Not what’s right. I know what’s expedient. I’m trying to rise above it for a change.”
    Uncle Alfredo shook his head. “Contrary to your nature.”
    “I’d like to think I’m a better man at this