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Tony looked at the cover. A nice plate of pasta. A picture of him looking stern.
"Yeah, boss?"
Tony rubbed his temples. The stress was giving him a pain in the neck that shot right down to his toe. "No, we can’t touch Artie. He’s civilian adjacent. Plus, Charmaine would have my head on a platter, pun intended."
Paulie squinted, picking up the book. He held it at arm's length, then brought it closer to his face. "'The Sopranos Family Cookbook,'" he read slowly. "'Compiled by Artie Bucco.' Tiny letters. 'With recipes by...' blah, blah, blah. Here we go. 'And containing the culinary secrets of Tony Soprano.'"
As the book was tossed into the trash can by the filing cabinet, the room settled back into its usual rhythm—the hum of the fridge, the snap of cards, and the comfortable silence of men who knew that the best recipes were the ones you never wrote down.
Paulie flipped a few more pages, his eyes widening. "Whoa, hold on. Page 201. 'Baccalà alla Vincenza.' That’s Junior’s recipe. Since when does Junior give up his recipes to Artie? I thought he took that stuff to the grave."