Chapter 8
KEWPIE and I had breakfast and stalled around until time to go to work. Most of the time I talked with Kewpie about getting that soggy sax tone of his up half a notch and he didn't like it much. Probably no more than I liked the soggy tone he had. We went out to the place about seven and Gino Rucci met us, beaming all over, and said to me: "I would like to speak to you."
We went off to the side and he nodded at Kewpie and said: "Do you suppose you can find another man in his place? The people, they like you; they do not like him."
It didn't make any difference to me, but Kewpie had tried to give me a break and I appreciated it. I said: "That's out. I work with Kewpie or I don't work. And I don't give a damn whether I work or not."
He started waving his hands and saying it was
