In a Harlem restaurant, an Italian mobster deliberately tipped his coffee cup, sending it spilling across Bumpy Johnson’s suit. The mobster smiled and said it looked better that way. The room went…
The coffee cup tipped slowly, almost casually, across the white tablecloth and onto Bumpy Johnson’s dark suit. A few drops struck his shirt; the rest ran down the front of his jacket. The restaurant went still. Forks stopped mid-air. The waiter froze against the wall. Across the table, the Italian mobster leaned back and smiled, … Read more