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"No, but we know who they are and where they live." to which Nino added and where they hide, e abbasso che pietre che loro scivolano. There was another minor rumbling, though, when Hayn decided to increase his profits via a city installation of parking meters. What a great income, meters whose combined tally is whatever you say it is. But he didn't attend to the details. Hayn was too big for details. The oversight of putting some of those meters where the restaurant patrons parked and some near the furniture store, was a bad one. When Jazz Man grumbled, "How can we compete with the highway stores if they meter the parking?" then bellowed, " At twenty five cents per quarter hour, it's highway robbery!" Nino just hired a kid, who wore a shirt emblazoned, "NINO SENT ME" to go up and down the streets painting black circles around the bases of the meters. Father Joe, who was doing hail Marys outside the church, fuming in anger at the new meters placed there also, grabbed the boy by the arm, "Son, if you put two black circles around these meters, I'll do a novena for your mother." "Why two father?" "One from God, to make it Christian. The other, well, tell Nino I'll never cheat him at cards, again." Nino sent the boy back, "Father Joe, Nino says if you don't cheat, then there is no fun. Instead, say prayers for Zora, Zora's dead child, and her child's child." "Done deal." Joe smiled. He knew the family reference and was even more relieved at having his card game intact. He had come to regard men like Nino and Prio as volcanoes. You live on their slopes and pray that their eruptions will not hurt the innocent. You don't bother praying that volcanoes will not be volcanoes. You don't pray