CHAPTER 7In spite of the rain, my comrades insisted on going along with me to my aunt’s apartment. But first we went back to the Corvin passage where our truck was parked. Sewer Rat said we might as well get the pick of the litter before he and Michelangelo took all the good stuff to the Casino. He climbed in and fished around for a light submachine gun for me, similar to what I had before. He found one. I slung it around my neck, hoping I would never have to use it. But I was not about to leave my sister and aunt defenseless, either.
Sewer Rat had a new high-powered rifle for Michelangelo. Michelangelo held it and said it felt good. Each of us got a new weapon.
We ended up walking to my aunt’s apartment on Sándor Bródy Street in the cold rain. I was dirty, my clothes a caked mess. The b
