Afterward, Caruso stood and spoke on behalf of his son. What he said had been carefully written and rehearsed, but it was from the heart. A young male lawyer in the gallery was smiling at Caruso as he spoke, as if something was funny. Caruso’s blood jumped, he wanted to slap the smile off that cunt’s face, but he got through the speech, which was really a plea for mercy.
[From the novella, 'The No-Knock'.]
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