“My daughter’s fourteen,” Amato said.
“Jesus,” Frankie said. “It don’t seem that long.”
“Yup,” Amato said. “She’s fourteen years old. And the other day, she left her stuff out on the dresser? I see this light blue cardboard thing. I go in and I look. She’s onna Pill.”
“No shit,” Frankie said.
“I couldn’t fuckin’ believe it,” Amato said. “I said to Connie: Tor Christ sake, willya tell me, what’s going on here?’ So she tells me. ‘So what? They’re all on it.’ I said to her: ‘Whaddaya mean, they’re all on it? Who’re they? What the hell’s she doing on it? Tell me that, all right? I don’t care about the rest of them.’ Oh, so that makes me the automatic bastard. ‘You want, you’d probably rather she gets pregnant or something.’ I couldn’t, I just couldn’t believe it, was all. ‘Connie,’ I said, ‘she’s fourteen years old, for Christ sake. Fourteen. That’s kind of early, I think.’ ”
“I think so too,” Frankie said.
“Yeah,” Amato said. “So, you know what she says to me? She says: ‘How old’s Rosalie when you’re going with her?’ ”
“How old was Rosalie?” Frankie said.
“Eighteen,” Amato said, “which is a hell of a lot different. Only, of course, I couldn’t say that. I always, whenever she asked me, I denied that. And Rosalie wasn’t on no Pill then, either. Every month … Ah, she was a lousy lay anyway.”
“She didn’t look it,” Frankie said.
“She was, though,” Amato said. “Shit, getting into Fort Knox would’ve been easier. More fun, too. I hadda tell her every time, it’s true love, all that shit. I hadda be an asshole, do that. And she, she didn’t do nothing. It was like fuckin’ a stump. I used, she also didn’t do nothing about doing anything. I used to say to her: ‘Rosalie, for Christ sake, will you get something? You don’t want to get pregnant, do you?’ And then she’d start crying. It’s a mortal sin. I don’t know. I didn’t. I used to think, I was an asshole, I used to think I really had something there. Now, now I dunno why I did it. It wasn’t worth anything near like what I hadda put up with to get it.”
“She was one good-looking broad, though,” Frankie said.
“See the game the other night?” Amato said. “I did. I was home. Connie finally went to bed. Muscles in her jaw got tired. That’s what I like about TV, boy. You can turn off the sound. They had this shot of Snead coming up behind this big Swede center’s ass. You see that?”
“I was out,” Frankie said.
“Well,” Amato said, “I seen Rosalie the other night, I seen her down the Artery. Connie had me stop, get some fuckin’ bread. That’s another thing, I don’t know why it is. I don’t ask her, do some of my business. Why the fuck’ve I gotta stop on the way home and do her business? Anyway, I see Rosalie. She’s bigger’n that Swede now, I swear to God.”
“She was a real good-looking girl,” Frankie said.
“Ah,” Amato said, “she got married. That’s what she wanted. That’s the thing she used to worry about, I was humping her. I was worried, why the fuck’s she such a lousy lay. She was worried, how the fuck’s she marry me, I’m married to Connie? I didn’t wanna get married again. I got married once. Once’s enough for any guy, isn’t crazy. But that’s what she wanted. She’s pregnant now. About her fourth, I guess. That broad? I bet, she’s got legs on her now, I bet she couldn’t get my pants on, is how big she is. Everything goes to hell if you wait long enough. Connie says to me: ‘You don’t like certain things? Okay. You talk to her, Mister Big Deal Father, that’s spending six or seven years in prison while she’s growing up. You talk to her. You tell her what a bad girl she is.’ Of course Connie couldn’t’ve told me, I was in there, what the fuck’s going on. How’m I supposed to know it? Shit. There’s nothing you can do anyway. It don’t matter. It just pisses me off, is all. It pisses me off.”
“Look,” Frankie said, “I don’t mean nothing, all right? I don’t care how pissed off you are. You at least got something.”
“Still come up dry, huh?” Amato said.
“You know what I did?” Frankie said. “I went down the Probation. Like I actually believe all that shit they’re always handing out, there, all that stuff. ‘Here’s something for you. Place in Holbrook needs assemblers. One thirty a week. Four to midnight. Steady work and it’ll keep you out of trouble.’
“Beautiful,” Frankie said. “I’m living in Somerville. How the hell’m I supposed to get to Holbrook in the middle of the afternoon? Never mind, for Christ sake, how the fuck I’m supposed to get home inna middle of the night. ‘Buy a car. You need a car for your job, we’ll help you get your license back.’
“With what?” Frankie said. “I haven’t got no money. What am I gonna buy a car with? Why the fuck they think I need a job, I’m living with my sister and everything. So I can keep warm? I haven’t got no money, a car. ‘Maybe you can get a ride,’ they tell me. Right. Hang around the Square every day, I find somebody that just happens to be going down to Holbrook. Just at the right time, too. Assholes.
“ ‘Move down there,’ they tell me,” Frankie said. “Same thing. I still haven’t got no money. I had money, I could move down there, I’d move some place else, I wouldn’t be bothering them in the first place. Well, they’re sorry. That’s all they got right now, that they’re pretty sure the guy that does the hiring’ll take a guy like me. I should probably go down the welfare and get enough dough, I can move out there. The guy’s just sick of talking to me. He wants his fuckin’ coffee or something. Okay, that’s the end of that. Then I see Russell. He’s going right along. He’ll probably buy a hotel or something in a couple weeks or so.”
“Not on dogs,” Amato said.
“He’s just doing that,” Frankie said. “He’s gonna use that to buy something, soon’s he gets enough. That’s what I’d like to do, I got something in mind like that myself. But first I got to get the money to buy the stuff.”
“What is it?” Amato said.
“There’s this guy I know,” Frankie said. “I see him, he naturally wants to know, how’re things going? So we have a couple pops, he’s buying, and we talk, and then he says, well, he’s gotta go over this place and I can come along if I want, maybe I’ll see something.
“So we go down this place,” Frankie said, “and it’s money. All twenties. Beautiful stuff. I had, I could’ve bought some of that stuff. I hadda thousand on me, I could’ve bought twenny thousand dollars of that stuff. And I tell you, it’s beautiful. You could move it under a floodlight.”
“Better call the guy up,” Amato said. “Tell him bye-bye. He’s gonna get grabbed. He better pass the first one inna drugstore and get himself a new toothbrush. He’s gonna need one.”
“John,” Frankie said, “wrong. This stuff is really good. The paper’s good, the ink’s good, the colors’re right. I tell you. I really looked at that stuff. The guy that made it oughta go take some of it to the government. It’s better’n the real stuff.”
“The guy’s Chubby Ryan,” Amato said.
“I dunno him,” Frankie said.
“He’s not around,” Amato said. “He’s in Atlanta. He’s doing ten fuckin’ years for that beautiful stuff. That funny? You know something? I agree with you. It’s beautiful stuff. It’s fuckin’ near perfect. But Chubby, Chubby knows a lot about printing and all of that, but, see, Chubby hasn’t got no fuckin’ brains. Just like your friend, there, Doglover. He’s all right. He just don’t know anything. Guys like him, the guys you’re always hanging around with, well, they’re the only guys’re stupider’n Chubby. Because all that stuff’s good for now, except for wiping your ass on it, it’s to sell to guys like you, don’t know any better, what’s gonna start happening to them when they go out and start moving the stuff. That’s why the price’s so low.
“You know what’s the matter with that stuff?” Amato said. “I’ll tell you. Chubby took it out to fuckin’ Wonderland, is what Chubby did. He hasn’t got no brains. He thinks, it’s good, he’s gonna move it all by himself. He’s gonna go out the dog track and move the whole run, he’s so proud of that funny. So he did. He moved about ten thousand of it, all by himself, one single fuckin’ night. Five hundred of them goddamned beautiful things, and every single one of them’s got the same goddamned number on it.