Chapter 37Later that evening, a weary Mac looked up from the metal serving container of noodles. Tony, a gruff white-haired fellow from New York waited for a scoop of whatever they'd ladle onto his plate.
“What's up Brother Mac? Got any Osso Bucco or Puttanesca back there?” Tony had come out west to dance in a show, but after he injured his back, he ended up living in an underground tunnel. Hundreds lived under the city in a strange collection of drainage water pipes. The subterranean shelters were temporary, due to rare, dangerous rainstorms that could show up in an instant, flooding out the homeless camps with flowing water and leaving massive levels of debris in the channels.
“No Puttanesca here. Today's special is Mac's spaghetti with Marinara sauce” He dipped a ladle into the sauce
