You think—even if I give the nod—you can take all four of them?” “I think we can,” Pat says. Pasco smiles. “Patdannyjimmy.” “Just fists, I swear,” Pat says. “Where do you think you are, high school?” Pasco asks. “Let it go. Your brother is alive, God bless, I made Paulie cover the bills, let it pass. What does your father say?” “I haven’t talked to him about it.” “When you do,” Pasco says, “he’ll tell you what I’m telling you and what I told Peter and Paulie: We worked too hard to put this thing together. I’m not going to let it fall apart because your brother got drunk and felt some tette.”
