Summer 2014 • Vol. XXXVI No. 3 FictionJuly 1, 2014 |

Kingdom

I was waiting for the barber to finish up with Lorenzo so he could get to me and I could get back to the store, when the police pulled up. No siren, but bright light swung through the room, flashed against the mirrors and scissors and metal lids. Lorenzo tore off the white apron that was wrapped around his neck and jumped out of the chair. "What gives?" I said. Then I saw what the problem was—little slips of paper were stuffed inside the pockets of his pants, his jacket, his shirt. These were the numbers he was running for the Delucas. "Jesus," he whispered in Italian. "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus." He didn't mean it as a curse, he was praying, I'd seen him at it before in Saint Rocco's. He grabbed two handfuls of paper and put them in his mouth. The barber said, "You mean to eat all that paper?" Lorenzo couldn't answer, of course; he was chewing on betting slips. "Won't go through you easy." Two police I'd never seen before stepped inside with sticks at the ready. Ever since he s

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