I went up to the desk and, twirling the quarter until it fell, slapped it, and then demanded, "Gimme fifty papes, Wiesel."

He nodded and gave me the fifty papes to sell. He also said, "Welcome to New York, kid. Keep in line and behave and I won't send my nephews—the Delanceys—Oscar and Morris after you." I nodded silently. The instant we were given the all-clear, we darted into the city. I quickly sold my fifty papes and paid Jack back that evening.