"Are you sure they're home?" Ben asked.
Leah checked her watch. "They should be," she said. "It's not like either of them have an actual job or anything."
They rang the bell again and waited, but still, nobody answered the door.
"What do we do now?" Ben asked.
Leah dug in her purse for the key her mother had given her. She knew it opened the back entrance to the kitchen but wasn't sure about the front. She was still digging for the key when the door opened, and Vinnie appeared, buck naked but for a towel that hung beneath his protruding potbelly.
"Yeah, Yeah, we don't need any of your damned cookies. What's the .... Oh!"
His chest and back held a mass of dark and gray Italian hair. As usual, he had a cigar hanging between his teeth, what little there was left of his hair a tousled me
