“listen Paulie, I know you like the guy.â€?

“It’s not so much him, it’s the family what worries me.â€?

Tony couldn’t help but notice, it was that look,
that same look Paulie always got on his face
before he did something he didn’t want to do.

“I know we can find a better wayâ€? He bagan to say “a way that works for-“

“You gotta job, you do it!â€?

The voice, as husky as the person speaking,
cut thru Paulies words like lava in a wheat field.
It was Anthony, Paulies father.

“You two plan on waiting for the job to do itself?â€?

The words lingered in the air, like the stench of burnt flesh,
after prodding someone’s arm with a hot iron.
The thick Italian accent, almost overtaking the weak English words.

We gave each other a look, and with out heads down, walked out the door.