The China Pagoda was not very busy on this Monday night, and Jack and Donna Toohey were seated opposite each other at a very small but private table in the back of the dining room. They were just digging in to their Moo Shu Pork when Donna asked Jack about rumors people have been telling her about mob involvement behind the scenes in Boston’s boxing world.
"Oh for Christ’ s sake, Honey, is that what you want to talk about on our night out?"
"Jack, Honey, we have lots of nights out, and you know it."
"Yeah, well it’s not a great time or setting to have any kind of discussion like that, and besides, people have been rumoring about stuff like that since the 1930’s."
Donna was struck by how neither of Jack’s two deflections denied the rumors. She had long suspected Jack kept many secrets f
