The Portygee

Chapter 70

Alberto Miguel Carlos Speranza, American, drew a long breath.

"No!" he said, with emphasis.

"You bet! Well, unless I"m mistaken, I smell salt fish and potatoes, which, accordin" to Cape Cod notion, is a good American dinner. I don"t know how you feel, Al, but I"m hungry."

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