NOVEMBER 13, 1934
THE HEAD DIDN’T TALK eye-tie. And if he did, he wasn’t helping.
I tried the bar. The gorilla wasn’t a dago, either. Neither were any of the regulars. I didn’t ask any of the nonregulars, but they weren’t looking promising. Hell, I even tried old Homer in the fence. He was no help. I would’ve tried his cat, but it was sleeping.
The library was worse than useless. I found one battered, old English-Italian dictionary. Trying to figure out the tag from that was like trying to decrypt the Rosetta stone with a crystal ball. The old hag gave me a funny look, too.
I’m about exhausted dealing with her.
Little Italy was an option. It was in the nicer part of Ganesh, though. We weren’t talking about going around the corner of the Mat, like Port-au-Pauper. The garlic eaters were
