Outside The Bing the air was moist. It had rained the night before and the August heat hadn't dried things out yet. It was quiet and two pigeons happily pecked through the garbage spilled over the side of the dumpster. They were interrupted by the white Cadillac that pulled into the parking lot. "Ey! Look who's here." Tony was stepping out of the passenger side of the car. Furio followed his gaze to a car. "Who is dees?" "Name's Jen. Her dad's a friend. She works in the city for some designer or somethin'. Makes suits for Sil." "She is how old?" Tony gave Furio a half smile. "Old enough for you ta ask about. She's twenty somethin'. Let me tell you somethin' about this girl. She's a class act. She don't ask no questions about what's goin' on around here and anytime anyone asks her about it she knows how ta keep her mouth shut." Furio nodded and followed Tony inside. "Besides, she's got class. Most women who live like her would come in here and snub everyone one of these girls", he gestured to a group of dancers standing the corner. "Jen treats em like she would anyone else. Like people, like friends even. She don't act like she's no better than anyone else." "So, if she worka for some designer, why she come all the way here for Silvio?" "He's a friend to her father. He helped her out when she first moved here." "You mean he a.." Furio made a gesture with his fist and crotch. "Na! Didn't you hear me? He's a friend to her father! He hired her to make a couple suits for him an' outfits for a few of the girls. She did a good job, so he keeps buyin' suits from her and she gives 'im a good price." Tony opened the door to the back room and walked in with Furio right behind him.