Chapter Thirty-ThreeThe thing must be winding down. More people getting in cars than out of them. And here came those two old codgers, Leo (in a suit for god’s sake!) and his pal Edgar Rowdey, walking into Rosa’s Pizza and Mexican.
They greeted Wally without inviting him to join them. Staked out the big round table by the window. Rendezvous spot for the Back End crowd? For now, the two of them sat alone, tete a tete, chatting in the hushed voices you’d expect from a pair of old men who’d just been smacked upside the head by mortality.
No more shilly-shallying, Hicks. Time to step up to the plate.
Are you on the bus or off the bus?
After three (or was it four?) beers, he had to concentrate to remember what bus had brought him here, to a formica table in Hyannis, clean and shaved, in his
