“Of course I knew, or I wouldn't have gone through with it.”
“In other words, you diddled me.” “What? You mean you really didn't know about the money?”
“No, I swear I didn't.” “There you are, then! It was you that tried to diddle me,”
“or you wouldn't have taken my radio in exchange for a worthless scrap of newsprint.”
How did you know about the money?” “I saw another customer tuck it into the back as a thank-you to St Anthony, a couple of nights before.
Nino chewed his lip. “Was it a lot of money?” “Only what my radio was worth,” said Salvatore.
“I see,” Nino said thoughtfully. “So that's what all this is about - a clipping from a magazine.”
Salvatore scratched his head. “I guess so,” he growled. “You're welcome to have it back, Nino.”
“Certainly not,” Nino replied with dignity. “A deal's a deal. We shook hands on it, after all.”
Quite suddenly, they both burst out laughing.
Clambering down the stone steps, they met in the middle of the grassy arena, exchanged bear-hugs and slapped each other on the back.
Then they hugged Momo and thanked her profusely. When they left a few minutes later, Momo stood waving till they were out of sight.
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