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plans — she would not see the hulking, handsome twin son she had missed so much.
"No, no," she returned, with alarm in her tone. She didn't want me to misunderstand. There had been so many rumors that Vince didn't want to come home again; that since he hit the big-time he had forgotten his family and friends back in the East New York section of that famous borough; that perhaps, like the Dodgers, he had forsaken Brooklyn for good. Mrs. Zoino was apprehensive.
"Please," she continued, "Vince was forced to change his plans. He called me up last night and begged me to understand. But he didn't have
must have tickled Mrs. Zoino to hear me fumbling for words to frame the next query. She began to laugh.
"I'm as surprised as you are," she said finally. "I had no such plans until Vinnie talked with me last night and told me he couldn't make it. But he asked me to come out to the Coast, to stay with him for a long visit. And I told him I would go sometime this summer."
Mrs. Zoino was evidently pleased with the happy thoughts the planned visit brought to her mind. Her voice had completely lost its earlier sadness and now she bubbled over with enthusiasm. I couldn't get a word in edgewise.
"Do you know what he told me?"
THE GIRL VINCE BROUGHT
to do that — I always understand when Vinnie talks to me. I know how difficult his life is and how complicated it's made with his hectic work schedule. He told me to wait . . ."
There was no resentment in her voice. There was the hint of disappointment but, after all, she was his mother; whatever her Vinnie was doing was all right with her.
"Does this mean you won't see Vince until some vague time in the future?" I asked.
"Not if Vinnie has his way," Mrs. Zoino said. For the first time, her voice brightened. "I'm going out to Hollywood to see him!"
This came as a total surprise. It
she went on. "He said he wants me to go out there and live with him! He told me, 'Mom, if you come out to Hollywood, I'll fix you up so that you'll live like a queen!' He made me so happy talking that way."
When I was able to interrupt, I wanted to know if she'd take Vince's offer and go out to live in the lavish surroundings that a grateful son had offered his mother.
"Oh, I couldn't do that," Mrs. Zoino replied. "I have my family and friends here in Brooklyn. My roots are too deep in this soil to just pick up and leave. And, besides, there's my job . . ."
That was another surprise.
"Your job?"
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