“Sure, he gave me your number.  He mentioned you had a place above Mario’s.  So your grandfather couldn’t talk you into a Park Avenue penthouse, huh?”

“Oh, geez, dad told you that too?”

“He mentioned it.”

“Nano wanted me to live in a place with so much security it looked like a maximum security prison.  So we compromised.  Nano’s known Mario forever.  His cousin’s the green grocer across the street.  Plus there are all sorts of family members around.”

“Real or ‘extended’?”

“Both, probably.”

Carmine laughed.  “Hell, you probably have more security down there than on Park Avenue.”

“Probably,” I agreed.

“Look, the reason I called is, I’m putting a band together and I’d like you to be in it.”

“You’re leaving the Source?"  I gasped in disbelief.