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Carmine chuckled, a deep, gravelly sound. “See, the guarantee was for the boat . Not the water. The water’s what sank it. That’s an act of God. Read the fine print, Vin.”

He handed it over. Carmine read it. His licking stopped. vinnie and mauricio

“Conversation’s right,” Vinnie said. “I got a receipt here. Dated. Signed by you. Says ‘Watercraft vessel, guaranteed seaworthy, seven hundred dollars.’ The rowboat sank, Carmine. Sank in the pond in Juniper Park. With my new fishing hat on it.” Carmine chuckled, a deep, gravelly sound

Vinnie set the gun down and adjusted his glasses—thick, black-framed things that made him look like a retired accountant, which he was. “It’s not about the money, Mauricio. It’s the principle. He sold us a leaky rowboat and called it a ‘waterfront investment opportunity.’ I want my seven hundred dollars.” The water’s what sank it