[s4e20] Italian Ice -

Little Joey grabbed his cup, his tongue already stained a radioactive yellow. "Thanks, Tony. My dad says this stuff is the only reason he doesn't move to Florida."

Thirty seconds later, the sedan door opened. A man in a suit that cost more than the cart stepped out, wiping sweat from his brow. "Hot one, Tony," the man said, reaching for the blue cup. [S4E20] Italian Ice

The man took a bite, winced at the brain freeze, and walked back to the car. Tony picked up his rag and started wiping the counter, the rhythmic scraping of the paddle starting up again as the next kid in line stepped up. Little Joey grabbed his cup, his tongue already

Tony chuckled, but his eyes stayed on the black sedan idling across the street. In this part of town, some things stayed cold, and some things stayed quiet. A man in a suit that cost more