“Mom, Johnny Dietz is a tax attorney.” “Your father used him for years,” Joyce said. “Our taxes were always perfect, never any audits, not one.” Mel had to look down at the table to keep from laughing. She supposed it was probably hysterics, but still, the thought of Johnny Dietz, in all his round and bald glory, going nose to nose with Joe DeLaura gave her a severe case of the giggles.
