Little Tony

"Tonino!" the restaurant owner says, "It's always nice to see you!" Deprived of an Italian accent since he's been living in this country for so long, he still has the genuine flair when he kisses this regular customer on the cheek. Tonino only nods and takes off his cream coloured suit jacket to reveal a purple silky shirt. A golden necklace with a cross hangs across his chest. Several large rings adorn his fingers. He picks up his wineglass, takes a sip, and wearily lets his eyes travel across the faces of his fellow eaters from his viewpoint at the head of the table.
Glass still in his hand he turns to the restaurant owner and breaks the Godfather-illusion. Not a croaking voice coming from deep within his chest, but a soft soprano answers the restaurant owner's query. It fits the fluff on his upper lip and the still water in his wineglass. When Little Tony grows up it will be fitting for him to become a local Godfather. Until then he can play-act with golden chains, big rings and cream coloured suits.