The Mafia Hit Man's Daughter

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Author: Linda Scarpa
the club,” Greg said. “But until then you have to go.”
    When we were kids, my mother used to drive Joey and me to the club if she had to see my father. We were really young, but I remember that it had wood paneling and carpeting and my father’s office was in the back.
    Whenever my brother and I used to walk in there—I was about eight or nine, and Joey was about six or seven—the guys would all give us money. Well, actually, they’d give me money; they used to make Joey work for it.
    My brother took gymnastics and he was good at it. He used to walk on his hands. He could walk across a room—and even walk down steps—on his hands. The guys would say to Joey, “I’m going to bet you that you can’t walk from this side of the club to the other side of the club.”
    â€œI can do it! I can do it,” Joey would say.
    â€œAll right, twenty dollars if you can do it.”
    â€œWell, if I walk back and forth, then I want double.”
    By the time Joey walked out of the club when it was time to go home, he’d have $50 or more. Joey loved going there because it was such fun for him—most of the time.
    My father’s friend “Scappy”—Colombo capo Anthony Scarpati and my father’s “boss”—was the one who always bet my brother couldn’t walk on his hands across the club. Scappy was always teasing my brother. He’d give him a wedgie or just do things to annoy him. It was okay if it was in good fun, but my father didn’t like anybody teasing Joey or me.
    One day Scappy put ice cubes down the front of my brother’s pants. Joey got really upset and started crying. My father yelled at Scappy and told him never to do that to Joey again, which was crazy because Scappy was the boss. But Scappy never did it again. The truth is that Scappy treated us unbelievably well, but he just liked to tease my brother. And my father didn’t like that at all.
    We loved going to the club because there was a candy store right across the street—we used to say it was our candy store because we could get anything we wanted and we never had to pay for it. Then there was the luncheonette next door. When we visited my father, he’d take us there for breakfast or just to get a couple milk shakes.
    They also had those chocolate egg creams, although there weren’t any eggs in them. They were made with milk or half-and-half and soda water and either vanilla or chocolate syrup. Egg creams were big in Brooklyn because it was rumored that the guy who invented them came from the neighborhood. We loved going to the club because we could go to the luncheonette and sit with my father for a while.
    That old club had a warm feeling to it, but the new club was kind of cold. We really didn’t like it. What I remember most about the new club was the steps going downstairs. You didn’t ever want to go down those steps. Well, if you were a guy, you didn’t want to take the walk down those steps because you were going to get a beating or worse. We were never allowed down the steps.
    You could see my father’s office as soon as you walked in, so he had two-way glass installed. He could see out, but nobody could see in. I always thought it was pretty cool. As I got older, I realized why that was necessary.
    Joey didn’t like it at that club because now that he was older, he really didn’t like some of the guys. Joey told my father that he didn’t want any part of them. And that’s the way he felt throughout his life.

CHAPTER 3
    DO YOU KNOW WHO YOUR FATHER IS?
    We lived in the house on Fifty-Fifth Street until I was around seven; then we moved to Avenue J in Brooklyn. We moved because my parents found a better house, plus we were on a dead-end block on Fifty-Fifth. My father didn’t like living on a dead-end block—he felt he didn’t have a way out. If anything went down, he would have been trapped.
    Our first
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