Something Like Stories - Volume One (Something Like..., #7)

by Jay Bell

Marcello Maltese: Ah, excellent. Are you recording? Allison: Yes, although just focus on talking to me. I’ll extract all the relevant information later on. Marcello: Extract? This isn’t an interview? Allison: No. I’m writing profiles on all the people who— Marcello: If it’s profiling you want, you might as well contact the police or any number of intelligence agencies. They’ve already done the work for you. Allison: Ha! Wait, you’re not kidding, are you? Marcello: I’m the most solemn person you’ll ever meet. Now if you don’t mind, there is much that demands my attention. Allison: Wait! Would you be willing to do an interview instead? Marcello: I thought you’d never ask. First question, please. Allison: Okay. Um… When were you born? Marcello: Next question, please. Allison: Seriously? I need to know this. Everyone else has answered. Marcello: Although I do not employ it often, I am not beyond discretion. Allison: I could contact the DMV, if you would prefer. I have a client who works there, and they owe me a favor. I’m sure they could provide me with your date of birth. Then I’ll publish it for everyone to see. Marcello: Fine, fine. If you must know, my fiftieth is coming up soon. Oh how I dread it! Allison: That’s funny, because I’ve been to one of your birthday parties, and if I recall, that was supposed to be your fiftieth. Marcello: Ah yes! Roughly ten years ago, wasn’t it? Allison: Exactly. Marcello: Then you must be mistaken and attended my fortieth. Numbers don’t li...