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Tringali's with my mother, she'd buy her
tomatoes, or Pete & Frank's."
        She
said, "Ever go to Club Leo?"
        "Club
Leo? We were there like every other weekend, weddings and parties. My dad and
the owner were buds. We called him Uncle Phil. You went there too, huh? I
wonder if we met before."
        "It's
possible," Sharon said. She pictured the place, an old Knights of Columbus
hall, spiffed up, cinderblock on the outside, fake stucco inside. A dance floor
and long tables and buffet food, three meats: baked chicken and pork chops and
sliced beef that looked like shoe leather. The men drinking wine out of little
juice glasses. "Remember dancing to Louis Prima? I can hear him doing
'Felicia No Capicia' and 'Buona Sera'." She remembered dancing with her
uncles who smelled like cigars and BO.
        Joey
said, "When'd you graduate high school?"
        "You
want to know how old I am? Ask me. I'm thirty-eight."
        "How
old are you really?"
        Sharon
gave him a dirty look. "What's that supposed to mean?"
        "Hey,
take it easy, I thought you were like twenty-nine, thirty tops."
        It
was a line but Sharon liked hearing it.
        "Ever
been married?"
        "Once.
I'm separated." In Sharon's mind it was true. That's how she felt.
        "Now
I live in Harrison Township," Joey said. "Place on the lake."
        Sharon
could picture it, mammoth house on a postage-stamp lot, nouveau-retro.
"Let me guess," Sharon said. "You've got a thirty-foot Wellcraft
docked behind it."
        "It's
a Century," Joey said, "and it's a thirty-two-footer. How'd you
know?"
        How'd
she know? He was a wop from the east side. "What do you do?"
        "Little
of this, little of that." He sipped his drink, looked like vodka on the
rocks with a twist. "Want to go somewhere?"
        Sharon
was thinking, who was this guy lived in a five-thousand- square-foot house -
not that his taste was any good - on Lake St Clair, had nothing but leisure
time or so it seemed?
        He
called her four, five times a day, said, "How you doing?"
        And
Sharon would say, "Same as I was when you called fifteen minutes
ago."
        "Baby,
I miss you. Tell them you're sick, we'll go to the casino." Or he'd be at
the track or a Tigers day game, he'd say, "I gotta see you. Take the
afternoon off, I'll send a car."
        She'd
been going out with him for three weeks and it was getting serious. They'd meet
at noon, check into a hotel a couple times a week and spend two hours in bed,
screwing and drinking champagne. It was something, best sex she'd ever had in
her life. He did things to her nobody had ever done before. She'd say, where'd
you learn that? And he'd say, you inspire me, beautiful. The only bad thing, he
called her Sharona, or my Sharona. Everything else was great so she let it go.
        They'd
take his boat out on Lake St Clair and she'd sunbathe topless. Something she'd
never done in her life and never imagined herself doing. She felt invigorated,
liberated. He always told her she looked good, complimented her outfit.
Showered her with gifts, bought her clothes and jewelry. She felt like a teenager
again. They'd meet and talk and touch each other and kiss. She was happy for
the first time in years. She had to be careful. Ray, the next time he came
home, might notice something and get suspicious. Why're you so happy? she could
hear him saying - like there was something wrong with it.
        But
this relationship with Joey also made her nervous.
        Things
were happening too fast. She was falling for him and she barely knew him, and
she was married.
        
        
        Joey
drove a Cadillac STS with the big engine. He liked to drive fast, too, like a
high-school kid, always flooring it, burning rubber. He'd have a few drinks,
nail it and the tires would squeal and he'd get a big grin on his face.
        She
said, "What're you running?"
        "469-horsepower
V8," he