““Did I? Oh I didn’t realize that.” Which was a lie but it was the best I could do.
We continued to shop for hours and Rita bought so many clothes I wondered where she was going to put them. I wouldn’t let her buy me anything and it was during supper that night, which they called dinner, that Rita asked Al if I could ride with him on his run to New Orleans the next day.
He looked at me and asked, “Do you know what kind of run she’s talking about?”
I laughed because I never did understand why they thought prohibition was a good idea during the 1920s. “I assumed it was a bootleg run,” I replied.
He threw back his head and laughed, “It’s not going to bother you to ride with me, knowing I will be breaking the law?”
“It was a stupid law, anyway,” I said and then I asked a question I had suspected all along. “By the way, your last name wouldn’t be Capone, would it?”
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