Nico
It was short notice, but Sal managed to book a decent private chapel—not the cheesy Elvis kind on the strip. I pull into the chapel parking lot and turn off the Porsche I took out for the drive today. We get out and I escort Sondra toward the door. She’s wearing a pair of tight white capri jeans with pink-gold heels and a turquoise blouse. She looks classy and beautiful.
Sal’s marrying a stripper he hired a year ago. He’s been banging her ever since and decided last week, when she told him she was pregnant, to make it official. He swore me to secrecy over her former profession, which I have no problem with. I actually like the girl. She’s a Jersey chick, street smart but generous. She’ll fit in with the family, make a good mother to his kids.
I can’t tell if I’ve won or lost someth
