He turned up here when he was a little kid, with a woman who
may or may not have been his mother. She lived with a Dago down in
Minetta Lane. Guess the boy mighta been six years old when she died
and Luigi took him on. We were all kind of proud of him at first.
Teachers in school all said he was a wonder. But for two or three
years he's been going wrong, stealing and gambling, and now this fellow
Luigi's started a den on his second floor that we gotta clean out soon.
His rag-picking's a stall. And he's using Nucky like a kid oughtn't to
be used."
"Why don't you people have him taken away from the Italian and a proper
guardian appointed?"
"Well, he's smart and we kinda hoped he'd pull up himself. We got a
settlement worker interested in him and we got jobs for him, but
nothing works. Judge Harmon swears he's out of patience with him
and'll send him to reform school at his next offense. That'll end
Nucky. He'll be a gunman by the time he's twenty."
"You seem fond of the boy in spite of his criminal tendencies," said
Seaton.
"Aw, we all have criminal tendencies, far as that goes," growled Foley;
"you and I and all of us. Don't know as I'm what you'd call fond of
the kid. Maybe it's his name. Yes, I guess it's his name.
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