Textual Analysis: The Sailor's Delight

The Sailor’s Delight was a dreary, dismal and seedy bar on the edge of downtown Galveston and close to The Strand, a collection of small tourist shops, good and bad restaurants, and shops for Aunt Milly and Uncle Bob. Close to Broadway are several old and historic wooden houses that are over priced and recently remodeled, and all are painted in pastel shades with chalk white trim. Filippo owned a rather large house on a comer, and it is unique for it has a couple of large trees, and they are the only trees on the block The house was recently painted a pale orange, the choice of Filippo’s current flame because she liked the way it complimented her natural auburn hair.
The Sailor’s Delight was almost without color except for the displays of advertisements
Anything else?”

“You did good, very good, so how about his companion?”

There was a long moment before Picca found the appropriate words and they were, “He is a degenerate and is evil in any sense of the word. He is also an enigma, but following the same pattern I would say that the smaller guy looks Sicilian but he isn’t. He is dark and shiny slick but he has culture and he has had an excellent and proper education. I tell you, Filippo, this one is weird and as I said before, he is an enigma. He is solidly built and has the muscles to prove it. He has thick black hair but at first glance you think he is becoming bald and he is pasting his hair down so it looks like he has more hair. He still looks Sicilian but I’ll say he is a Jew, an Eastern European Jew. He could be a Hungarian. But, forget about most of what I said and concentrate on his eyes. They are void of personality, common sense or decency. They are neither fish nor fowl, male or female and that is what really bothers me. He will never be happy. So what are they up to in this joint?”
Filippo’s answer was concise. “Wait and
Four champagne glasses, and the check, please.”
Filippo looks at Picca, smiles and says, “We are going to get up and head for the door. I will leave plenty of money on the table. I’ll put my right hand on your shoulder and squeeze. When I do that you’ll put your head on my shoulder and

smile. All eyes will be on us and remember that you are my baby.”

Picca was excited and not because his head was resting on Filippo’s shoulder, but because he knew that this was a bad scene that could only get worse. He was also frightened. So when ever in doubt do something out of character, and that is what he decided to do. And in a falsetto voice he said, “I love you truly, truly dear, let’s continue the party but without the beer. It is time for Guidos so guide me there, lover, guide me there.”
When they were outside Filippo whacked him hard on the side of the head and told him to behave himself. They jumped into Filippo’s Cadillac and before Picca could ask any questions of meaning they were in Guidos, the best restaurant in Galveston and maybe the best seafood restaurant in Texas.