Chapter 15
“You’ll come back?” Henry looked up at Vito, knowing that wonder and incredulity mingled in his eyes.
Vito rolled his own dark eyes and smiled. “Of course I’ll come back. Where else am I gonna go?” He roughly tousled Henry’s hair. “I live here.”
“That’s right,” Henry said. “You’re not the one that’s homeless. Still, it’s nice for you to give me your bed, to let me stay here. I would have been just as happy on the couch.”
Vito sat on the edge of his own bed, and Henry wondered for how long he had been the bed’s sole occupant. Henry had lots of questions for Vito, but he knew Fiorello’s was open for only a few more hours, and Vito needed to get back to his kitchen to relieve Ro.
Vito spoke to him, never breaking eye contact. “You’re not homeless. You have friends, you have a
