The Mafia Trilogy
“With his bruised face and bandages, wearing track pants and a T-shirt, he was exactly what they would expect to walk in and ask for food. He paused at the open door. The tables were half empty. Disheveled men in various states of dress were eating. They all had facial hair and smelled so bad he could barely detect the scent of the soup. He walked past the tables to the counter. No one bothered to ask him if he qualified for the free offerings. The young volunteer behind the counter looked Dar...win up and down, grabbed a bowl, filled it with soup and handed it to him. Darwin reached for a spoon. Beside the utensil container sat a pad and pen where someone had been writing a list of supplies. A few inches from the pad sat an iPhone. As Darwin grabbed a spoon, the male volunteer turned to his associate in the back and raised his eyebrows, no doubt at Darwin’s appearance. While the man’s attention was diverted, Darwin grabbed the phone as well as the spoon and turned away. He slipped it into the pocket of the track pants and sat at the table closest to the door where he ate as fast as he could before the owner of the cell phone discovered it missing. A man wearing a long blanket draped over his shoulders got up from his table and shuffled toward the door.MoreLess
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