Chapter 4Friday night, Carmine’s
They got to Pete and Eldy’s Bar, which housed Carmine’s Pizzeria. Papa ordered two pies with everything including anchovies. “Make sure the crust is crisp. Leave it in a little longer. If it’s a little brown, we don’t mind,” Papa told the waitress.
“Wow, you like your pizza the way I like mine. I guess that’s where Carlo gets it from.” Jack dug into the antipasto Mama ordered.
“You boys look hungry,” Papa said.
“It’s been a long day.” Jack sighed.
“Poor Jack hasn’t had the time to process all of this yet. Earlier this week he was an Ocean Township policeman on leave after a fatal shooting and suddenly found himself to be a father twenty-four hours later.” The waitress set the pies on the table.
“Where did Isabella come from?” Jack started to speak, bu
