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Excerpt from "No Fury Like a Woman", now on Kindle and in Paperback.

Dante turns his head back to Mr. Sgroi holding the front door open and waving says, “Hey, this young lady here, needs a bottle of your Chianti, Edwaldo!”

    The three of them giggle. Mr. Sgroi says, “Something to celebrate. Indeed.”

    “Oh.  So, you guys already know something?”  Jackie quips.

    “It’s like wild fire. Holy Cow!” Dante remarks.

    “They got the whole kit and kaboodle.” Mr. Sgroi adds.

    “Hey.  That doesn’t sound very Sicilian there Mr. Sgroi.  Where did you learn that from?”  Jackie remarks.

    “You know you’re a very funny young lady there Jackie. See you tomorrow afternoon Eddie.” Dante comments.  They snicker as Dante and Jackie cross paths.

    Soon, Dante is driving off as Jackie enters the front door into the foyer at the bottom of the stairs below her apartment.  Mr. Sgroi says, “Wait a second here.”

    “Okay.”  Jackie responds smiling. 

    Mr. Sgroi leaves for a minute and returns back with an unopened bottle of homemade Chianti. “You enjoy dis. You hear? You will win.”  He winks.

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