A Typical Californio Boy (Chapter 7)
by Manuel Hernández
Winters in New York City’s Lower East Side were chillingly
frightening. The roaring twenties had frozen the solar system
Although there was a warm stint at times, it seemed like an
before the mild and warm weather could find its place between
brick front homes and cold sidewalks. While Joey fluttered
street, he felt the stark wind creeping in every cell of his
divine intervention was fine. His English professor had opened
spiritual door, and the dazzling Light had come in to his
heart; but now
it was time to make decisions.
First, he would talk to Mario Capone, Alma’s father. He had
received and obtained the necessary strength to affront the
Capone’s restaurant was twelve blocks from Manny’s office,
block was like a hurdle he had to overcome to gain what he
most: Alma’s heart. After winning her hand in matrimony, he
consolidate his life to her. He needed someone to disciple
him along the
way, and Manny had accepted the challenge of becoming his
new found spiritual experience was profound to him, but he
knew he was
walking in the right direction. His mentor had spoken to him
higher purpose in life, and he was looking forward to a life
with a deep
sense of meaning and direction. He had always wanted to make
difference in other people’s lives.
The restaurant was one of New York’s finest. New York’s newly
rich and wealthy were permanent inhabitants of the luxurious
Restaurant. Joey breathed in and out and softly went in through
restaurant’s front revolving door. He immediately spotted
Mr. Capone in
the lobby entrance, and he gently yet bravely interrupted
converstion with one of his employees.
“Mr. Capone, I’d like a few minutes of your valuable time.”
“There is no need for a conversation. I am very husy right
now and have
made myself clear to your father.” He quickly replied.
“Please, Mr. Capone, leave my father out of this. I believe
that I am
capable of deciding what to do with my life.”
“So you say, you haven’t decided wisely, but let me grant
you those few
minutes you asked for.” At this point, Capone walked towards
table in the back of the restaurant while Joey followed.
“Mr. Capone, I have decided to put my priorities in order.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“Well, your precious daughter is a priority for me.”
News throughout the restaurant traveled fast, and Alma’s heart
sank to her feet when she heard that Joey was speaking to
her father. He
had once mentioned talking to her father, but this caught
“You know Joey, you have a lot of guts coming in my restaurant.
your father, and you are jeopardizing his future. I don’t
know where you
got the couarge to see me, but I admire your perserverance.
I got nothing against you or your family. Your father has
served me for
the last few years, and he has done it well. We have fed you
mom, and I know everything about you. As a matter of fact,
I know that
you and my daughter have continued seeing each other. My associates
I own half of New York, and I have always kept a vigilant
eye on my
At this precise moment, one of his tailored dressed employees
something to him in his ear.
“We have to continue our conversation later. I have more
serious business to take care of. Goodbye, Joey. I’ll let
you know when
to come by the restaurant. In the meantime, be careful. Alma
dearest, and I would not let anything happen to her.” Capone
shook his hand and left abruptly.