The Reunion
A few nights later, me, Blitz and my friend Vig Vikenti gathered in my large upstairs room.
Vig Vikenti was a former bouncer who owned the Pocket Pair saloon down on 19th and Broadway. Before Vig’s piano was destroyed along with most of the rest of his saloon by Roy’s men, Blitz used to be Vig’s piano-man.
It had been a while since I’d seen Vig for more than a few minutes, and I missed talking with him.
Looking back, I’d have to say that Vig was my Sawbuck: as devoted to me as Ten was to Tony. Vig refused to work for the Family, though, and I can’t say that I blamed him.
The windows were covered with bedspreads. A lantern sat on the floor, turned low. I sat hooded and cloaked at the edge of its light. Blitz and Vig stood in shadow.
Clover had been invited to join us. He s
