through my thin walls and a bit of swearing as someone occasionally bumped something against the wall.
I dialed Stella and paced as the phone rang.
âYou let a mobster move in next door to me,â I said when Stella answered.
âWhat are you talking about?â
âMike âthe Big Cheeseâ Titone. Vincenzo got him off racketeering charges.â
âHmmm. Iâm sure heâs fine. Vincenzo asked me to do him a favor and let Mike move in for a few days. Thatâs what we do here. Help each other out.â
I was all for being a good neighbor, but this carried it a bit too far. âI Googled him. It says he killed a man with a hundred-pound provolone. That if youâre on his bad side, he leaves a slice of cheese on your doorstep as a warning.â
âDonât believe everything you Google. Besides, it will be nice to have someone around after what happened to you yesterday.â
âItâs your building,â I said and hung up. I felt a bit bad, because Stella and I hadnât had a cross word since we became friends last spring. Having someone around might be nice, but I wasnât sure this was the someone I wanted it to be.
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I answered, and Mike stood there, holding a large cellophane-wrapped gift basket full of cheese and wine. Two big, burly guys stood behind him. He thrust the basket into my arms.
âThis is for any inconvenience the presence of me and my family might cause,â he said.
I felt a little color drain from my face when he said family .
Mike laughed. âNot that kind of family. These are my two brothers. Theyâll be around a lot.â
Then I noticed the resemblance, the full heads of dark hair; the startling blue eyes, all the same shade; the variations of the same build, broad shoulders, thick chests, and long legs. The tallest brother, who stood in the back, obviously lifted weights more than the other two, as his neck muscles bulged and his black T-shirt strained around his biceps. He had a thick dark mustache that made me think of Tom Selleck.
âThank you,â I finally managed to say. âIt wasnât necessary.â I wondered if accepting a basket meant I owed them something. âLet me know if you need anything.â
âWill do,â Mike said. âI stuck my card in the basket with my cell phone number on the back. Call if we get too noisy. These twoââhe jerked his head toward his brothersââcan be rambunctious.â
The biggest brother winked at me as they turned almost in unison to go.
I took the basket into the kitchen and set it on my small kitchen table. The vintage tablecloth on my table made me think of Margaret More. I unwrapped the cellophane and put the ten blocks of various cheeses in my almost empty refrigerator. I took the Brie back out and set it on the counter. The basket was full of crackers, olives, dry salami, and a couple bottles of wine. Iâd have a feast tonight. I called Stella back and asked her to come up and share the feast.
Stella showed up at seven. I heard her talking to someone in the hall and popped my head out the door. The biggest of the three brothers sat on a folding chair outside the door, working on the Boston Globe crossword. I waved and pulled Stella into the apartment.
âWhat the heck is going on with them?â I asked her, jerking my head toward the other apartment.
âI donât even get a glass of wine first?â she asked.
âUgh. Sorry. Iâm not sure whatâs wrong with me. Iâm sorry I hung up on you.â
âYouâve had a stressful few days.â
âItâs no excuse.â
Stella followed me into the kitchen. I opened a bottle of wine, and she poured while I arranged part of the contents of the basket along with plates on a tray. We carried it all out to my living room and put it on the trunk before settling on the couch. We filled our