True Confessions Page #3

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Try that chocolate stuff too. It's good.

Stay away from the peanuts.

Bad for the bowels.

I think I'II just have this.

I hear Jack's overextended.

The banks want to call in his paper.

Oh, you're a cool one, Des, you really are.

AII right.

Maybe I can persuade Jack

to Iet his construction company

build a school at cost.

How's that?

-Very nice.

-Okay.

You know what would even be nicer?

If you threw in your fee from Jack.

Looks Iike a Ieprechaun,

thinks Iike an Arab.

Hey, Iook out.

Hey, Des, how you doing?

-Hi, Tommy. How are you?

-Good.

-Nice to see you.

-Yeah.

Sit down.

-Nice picture of Ma.

-Yes, isn't it?

Why don't you come

and visit her the next time I go?

I think she'd Iike to see you.

Last time I saw her,

she talked to me about purgatory

and how much time

I was gonna spend there.

Life plus 99 years.

She still eating cereal with her fingers?

Well, you know, she still thinks

that the early martyrs didn't

have spoons in the catacombs.

Well, tell her that they didn't have

instant Cream of Wheat either.

You Iook good.

I can't complain.

I got my health, my wealth.

What about yourself?

I can't complain.

His Eminence gives me a Iot of work,

but otherwise I'm okay.

I can see that.

That's a sweetheart.

I hear you fixed him up

with an audience with the Pope.

I made some arrangements, yeah.

I bet you did.

Did he ever tell you

about Dominic Lopresti,

that Iittle ginzo with ambitions?

He tried to move in

on Jack's construction business.

So he takes him and sticks him

in a Iaundry dryer over at Lincoln Heights.

Shrinks the poor bastard

down to 21 pounds.

Is that a fact?

Des, I don't know

the Holy Ghost for a fact,

but you're in the Holy Ghost business,

so you tell me about the Holy Ghost,

I believe you.

Which means that I should believe you.

No, meaning you wanna fall

into sh*t and think it's clover,

then don't believe me.

-Tom, I have to...

-Okay.

-You know a Father Gagnon?

-Yes, I do.

He's the pastor at St. Bernadette's.

A wiz at bingo, they tell me.

Well, could have been a house call.

Well, when was the Iast time

you hung your pants

over the back of a chair

making a house call?

I gotta admit, that's not the way

they teach it at the seminary.

He's out of there. That's all that counts.

Nobody's embarrassed.

Well, I'II have to tell the Cardinal.

Give him a great sendoff.

Candles, incense, the works.

Okay.

AII right, I owe you one. Lunch?

As Iong as your boss picks up the tab.

Thanks, Tom.

-See you Iater.

-Okay.

She had a nice pair of charlies.

You don't often see

a set of charlies that nice.

A Iot of good

they're gonna do her now.

Yeah.

How Iong she been dead?

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