the ring and grabbed his dog by the back of the neck. Janus was amazed at how quickly he got the muzzle back on, although the dog tried to bite his master’s throat. Obviously the man had been doing this for years, and had the scars on his forearms to prove it.
Once Michael chained the winning dog and dragged it out of the ring, two young men jumped in and picked up Big Sam by his front and rear legs, carrying him off to be dumped Janus knew not where.
Old toothless paid the eighteen hundred he owed, while a steward watched over the exchange to claim the house’s ten percent. Janus’s head was spinning from how quickly things had gone. The part of him that wanted to rush home and take an hour-long shower faded away. He knew he could enjoy some much needed release here. He and Normand watched six more fights that night, both betting heavily, winning more often than they lost.
Later, in the cab, he told Leblanc that if it would always be this much fun, and if winning would be so easy, he’d definitely be joining him there every week.
Chapter two
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August 28, 2037:
Months went by and Janus joined Leblanc at the dogfights nearly every Friday. He should have been disgusted by the whole experience, but felt that it allowed him to revolt, at least in secret, against his staid existence. With this new outlet to release his frustration it was easier for him to face the daily monotony of his job, and he lost his temper with his family much less often than he used to. The fact that he’d been losing money heavily for most of those months didn’t even bother him; it was just another way for him to show his disdain for the conventions by which he was expected to live.
Maybe his newfound cheerfulness made it easier for Terry to approach him about her idea for an addition to their family. Janus, feeling uncharacteristically generous, had agreed, but it turned out not to be a welcome event.
The addition came in the person of Giuseppe “Joe” Pizzi, Terry’s uncle from Italy. Barely five feet tall and with a fair-sized belly, he was seventy-three years old, but still healthy and active after a lifetime of physical work.
Back when he’d had hair it had been a light brown. That, and his clear blue eyes, indicated that his origins were from the northern part of Italy, just south of the border with Switzerland.
Terry’s father had died when she was five and his older brother, Giuseppe, had stepped in to help raise his “ Principessa Teresa. ” Then, when Terry was 16, her mother decided to move the children to Montreal, where her brothers operated a modest chain of clothing boutiques .
Terry had recounted to Janus how her Uncle Joe cried when he’d accompanied her family to the airport, and how she felt like she was losing her father for a second time. When her own mother had died of lung cancer many years later she got it into her head that Joe could only be happy if he was reunited with his remaining family in Canada. For five months every com-call and every