“Keeps a nice house,” Vinnie went on.
“Uncle Vinnie –” Cal started to cut him off, knowing where this was going but Vinnie’s eyes came to his.
“Great girls she’s raised. Sweet kids. Funny. Smart,” Vinnie continued, not to be stopped.
Cal sighed and said nothing. He knew Vinnie needed to get this out so he let him.
“Care about you,” Vinnie noted.
“Yeah,” Cal repeated.
“The three of ‘em do,” Vinnie said.
“Yeah,” Cal repeated again.
“Theresa called Carm the minute we hit the hotel last night. She talked about Vi and those girls for two hours. Thought I’d never get to sleep,” Vinnie told him and this surprised Cal considering he hadn’t had a follow up call from Carm in order for her to bitch him out about never calling; not telling her about Vi and the girls; and to arrange her own trip where she could nose into his life and give Vi her personal seal of approval.
“Instead of sellin’ my place, should build a bridge considerin’ the Bianchis are gonna be spendin’ some time down here,” Cal quipped.
Vinnie’s eyes narrowed. “You think you can walk those girls into my Pizzeria wearin’ the suit you wore to take her to her brother’s funeral and lookin’ at her like she flies out the window on fairy wings and hangs the stars every night and not be right back in the Bianchi fold, you got another think comin’.”
Jesus. Fairy wings?
“Uncle Vinnie –” Cal started.
Vinnie cut him off. “Don’t think I’m stupid, boy. You walked them in for a reason, to give them some family back after they lost theirs.”
“Vinnie –”
“Been waitin’ seventeen years for this, Cal.”
“Uncle –”
“Longer,” Vinnie bit out. “You know, Theresa lights a candle for you every week. Every fuckin’ week. Been doin’ it for over thirty years. You know how many candles she’s lit for you?” Vinnie asked.
Cal didn’t respond.
“Too many,” Vinnie answered his own question.
“She doesn’t have to light them anymore,” Cal pointed out.
“You got Hart ridin’ your ass, she finds out, she’ll be at the church every day,” Vinnie returned.
Finally they were where he wanted their conversation to be.
“You talk to Sal?” Cal asked.
“First, I’ll say this once and that’s it. I’m happy for you. I’m happy for her. I’m happy for those girls. Never seen you like this. Not before, not with that other one. Not unless you were with Nicky and even then you weren’t like you were yesterday. You were always watchin’ her, guardin’, bracin’ for what that bitch would do next.”
Cal’s mouth got tight again as did the rest of his body. “That’s done and we’re done talkin’ about it.”
“Waited a long time to say this Cal, gonna say it only once and you’re gonna give me that,” Vinnie told him, Cal sighed again, forced his body to relax and leaned deeper into the railing, his eyes on his uncle.
“She’s smilin’, son,” Vinnie said softly and Cal closed his eyes and turned his head toward Vi’s yard. He opened his eyes when Vinnie continued. “Lookin’ down on you and Vi and those girls and Angie’s finally at peace.”
Cal clenched his teeth, pulled breath into his nose and looked back at his uncle on the exhale.
“Now you done?” Cal asked.
Vinnie stared at him. Then he grinned.
“Yeah,” he said.
“Good,” Cal replied then repeated, “you talk to Sal?”
“Yep,” Vinnie leaned against the railing too and said no more.
“And?” Cal prompted.
“He’s not big on avenging a cop,” Vinnie replied, Cal pulled in another breath in order to speak but Vinnie continued. “I haven’t told him your involvement, just said I had a friend in Vi and felt the waters ‘cause I been thinkin’ about this and I’m not big on you owin’ Sal a favor.”
“Not your choice to make,” Cal noted, “thought I made myself clear on that. And it isn’t a favor. It’s callin’ a marker.”
“Somethin’ this big, it’s a favor, Cal, and favors to men like Sal have a way of lastin’ a long time. Lived that with Vinnie Junior. Now got a lifetime of livin’ the consequences.”
Cal looked back at the yard and crossed one foot at the ankle in an effort to call up patience.
“You got skills, don’t think Sal don’t remember that shit. You tried to leverage it to pull Vinnie Junior out,” Vinnie reminded him and Cal’s eyes cut to his uncle.
“Took a bullet for Sal, Uncle Vinnie,” Cal had his own memories to share.
“He hasn’t forgotten,” Vinnie muttered.
“He owes me, he owes you. You remind him of that?” Cal asked.
“He don’t need reminding,” Vinnie answered.
“Then what the fuck?” Cal asked.
Vinnie took two steps toward Cal, stopped and whispered, “You’re talkin’ a hit, son.”
“Yeah, I am. I took a hit and Vinnie took the ultimate hit. Your nephew, your son. He owes you, he owes me,” Cal repeated.