For once, Joe was actually asking a useful question. Chief leaned forward, eager to hear the answer. 

Aldo whispered loudly, “I work for the Boss.”

Joe whispered loudly back, “We work for him, too!” He pointed at Chief. “Actually I work for him, but in the end, we all work for the Boss, don’t we?” 

Aldo nodded. “This is true my friend, very true. How about some more food?” 

“Sure! Do you have meatball sandwiches? Could you make one of those?” Chief, meanwhile, hadn’t even touched one slice of pizza yet. He had too much on his mind. 

Aldo bounced on the balls of his feet. “You got it. I make the very best meatballs in Jersey.” He jabbed his thumb at Chief. “And I’m gonna make one for you, tall fellah. You look hungry!” 

Chief held up his hand. “Nah, nah, nah,” Aldo said, brushing away Chief’s objections before he could even get them out. “If you don’t like it, you can just look at it.” 

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