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Having Clemenza over for dinner on a Thursday night is not my idea of a great time, but the situation in back here is becoming exponentially dangerous. The city is on a knife-edge, the tension making its way all over.
So on Thursday night, having recovered from our jet lag, we invited Lou Clemenza to dinner. It took a lot of negotiating and sweet-talking, but in the end, he agreed.
On his arrival, Sasha's bodyguards patted down Clemenza, and Clemenza's bodyguards patted down Sasha and swept the formal dining room for any stashed weapons.
"No one wants to pat me down?" I pouted, fluttering my eyelashes at Clemenza's biggest bodyguard. He made a visceral face of disgust, and Clemenza actually laughed.
"I'll do it," muttered the second guard. "Keep the fuckin' peace."
