It was a long night. I just could not stop thinking about Nunzio and how his Mom screamed when she looked at the hole in his hand and saw all that blood. I always look up to Nunzio, after all he is Superman. I keep thinking of how he could get hurt so bad? He didn’t even cry out in pain, he just held his hand and said “it really hurts so bad.” It’s morning and the summer heat is still with us. I’m thinking that I have to visit Nunzio to see if he’s okay.
I checked my box of comic books that I hid under my parent’s bed. I found a couple of Superman comic books that I bought from Roger last month. Roger is always trying to sell me stuff. I like to read comic books but mostly I like to look at the colorful drawings. One book is about Superman fighting a bunch of aliens from outer space.
Nunzio is just like Superman, he’s always trying to save the day and keep us from getting hurt. The other Superman comic book is a story that tells how Superman fought off man eating giant worms by throwing them into the sun. I Hope that Nunzio will like to read these comic books as much as I do.
I went down to Defonte’s Sandwich Shop and bought a Devil Dog. Nuzzio loves Devil Dogs. A Devil Dog is a long chocolate cake shaped like a hot dog and filled in the middle with a white cream. I’m doing my best not to eat this dog before it gets to Nuzzio. I walked to the middle of the block on Luquer Street where Nunzio lives. I have the comic books tucked under my left arm and I’m holding the Devil Dog in my left hand. I knock on Nunzio’s ground floor apartment door. I hear feet walking towards the door and Nuzzio’s Mom calling out “who is it?” “It’s me Pepino Mrs. Rizzo.” “Okay I’ll be right there.” Mrs. Rizzo unlocks the door with a big smile on her face. Phew! I was so scared that she blamed me for that deep cut on Nunzio’s hand. “ Pepino, come in, come in. Nuzzio is in the kitchen eating breakfast.”
I walked in and found Nunzio sitting at the kitchen table eating a couple of eggs with his right hand and a sling holding his left arm. He has a big white bandage wrapped around his left hand. I say “hey Nunzio how are you doing?” He looked at me with some egg on his chin and said “Wow! I never thought that I could get hurt this bad. My Mom rushed me to the Doctor’s office and he put me into his car and took me to the Hospital ER. They had to cut the back of my hand to pull out the pointed broken stick that was stuck there. It was a piece of a broken wooden sword that looked about two inches long. I was screaming when they pulled it out, it hurt like hell. Then they cleaned the wound and put fifty stitches to close the hole in the top and bottom of my hand.
The pain was more than I could stand. They gave me a shot, wrapped my hand and put my arm in a sling.” Then he laughed and said “What’s new with you?” I just stood there looking at the runny egg on his chin. “Ugh, I brought you some Superman comics and a Devil Dog. I hope you get better soon.” “Thanks, I sure feel better today than yesterday. I wish you could have seen your face last night when you checked the cut on my hand. I thought that you were going to pass out.” I put my hand on my forehead and said “Nunzio, you’re Superman; I could not believe that you could get hurt so bad. I don’t think that we will ever have another war game again. All our friends were scared for you.”
Nunzio said “I’ll be okay. You have to admit that it was the best war game we ever had.” I said “our gang wants to get together tonight to play Ring-A-Leave-E-O I don’t think that you will be in any shape to defend against anyone trying to the release prisoners of the captured team.” He stopped eating his egg and said “my Mom doesn’t want me to play any games until they take out my stitches.” Mrs. Rizzo walked into the kitchen and says “Yesterday, seeing Nunzio hurt so bad was the worst day of my life.” She takes two dollars out of her apron pocket and puts the money in my hand. I say “what is this for?” She looks at Nunzio and says “Well, now that Nunzio is feeling better, I would like you boys to go to the a movie this afternoon.”
I could not believe what she said. I just sat at the kitchen table staring at the money. Then I looked up and said “thank you Mrs. Rizzo I would be happy to go to the moves with Nunzio today.” Happy, I could have danced on the kitchen table. I told Nunzio that my favorate Cowboy “Lash La Rue” is playing at the Happy Hour Theater on Columbia Street.
I went Home to kill some time before I go back to meet Nunzio to go to the moves. My sister was home listing to Big Band music. She said “What are doing home on a hot summer day?” I told her about Nunzio’s hand, the war games, and his trip to the hospital and that we plan to go to the movies this afternoon. I don’t think that she was much interested in what I was saying since she continued to shadow dance around the room.
I went into our kitchen and looked into our junk draw. I thought that I might as well bundle the Ronzoni coupons. We have pasta dinner every day of the week.
Some times with vegetables or tomato sauce. If my father had a good job that week we would have pasta first and then some chicken, fish or beef after the pasta. My Mom would cut out the Rozoni coupons from each box of pasta and put them into the junk draw. My job was to bundle these coupons so that my mother could turn them in for credits or kitchen stuff.
There must be three hundred coupons in the junk draw ready for me to bundle. It took me an hour to bundle all the coupons. It was lunch time and I am hungry. I looked around the kitchen to see if there is anything for me to eat. I took some Italian bread soaked it with Olive Oil. I cut a tomato, put it on the bread and had lunch. I now was ready to meet Nuzzio for our trek to the movies. I found Nuzzio waiting for me outside his apartment. We walked up Columbia Street past Carroll and President Street. When we got to the Happy Hour Theater and I noticed that the candy store right next to the theater a glass display case right out front with Charlotte Russe cakes in it.
They looked so good. The Charlotte Russe is a vanilla cake about one inch high. The cake in a tall paper cylinder and load about three to four inches of whipped cream on top of it and a big red cherry. There is nothing like it. I look at Nunzio and say “I don’t know if we have enough money to pay for our move tickets, some popcorn, a soda and the Charlotte Russe cakes. Let’s go see Lash La Rue, buy some treats and when we come out of the movies we’ll see if we have enough money left to buy us two cakes. What do you think?” “That’s Okay with me.” Well, we got to see the movie, had all the treats and yes, we stuffed our faces with two Charlotte Russe cakes. I hate to say it but Nunzio getting hurt turned out to be a good thing.