Chapter 7
Vito watched the new kid as he washed dishes. He had to give him credit—the boy had learned how to use the industrial dishwasher with ease and kept up with a constant flow of dishes, cutlery, and glasses from the dining room with nary a complaint or broken glass. His first two weeks working at the restaurant had been a study in professionalism. When Vito had first laid eyes on the boy, he had to admit, he wouldn’t have guessed he’d last more than a single shift, that those soft lily-white hands were cut out for the hard work required.
But he had fooled him. Fooled all of them, really. Carmela, Rosalie, Juan Carlos, and Antonio, who all thought Henry could never survive the harsh working conditions, not with the plush background that had spawned him.
The boy reminded Vito of hi
