Midnight visit.

We were all fast asleep at 1225 Dekalb Ave., when the door bell screeched its usual screech. Nobody ever used the doorbell, because the door was usually open. Daddy ran to the door and we, Mom and I, scrambled after him. Uncle Louis and Aunt Mary were already at the head of the stairs.
Two men were at the door in dark overcoats and fidora hats, brims covering their eyes. The taller man flashed a badge, and said, "Are you Mr. Marinello?" "Yes," Daddy answered
"What 's the problem?" "Get dressed and come with us to the Police Station?"
Dad who had just gotten his Law Degree and started his practice did as he was ordered>
Mom, screamed. Uncle Louis, "What the hell is going on?" Aunt Mary whispered to me, "Don't be scared, sweetie. I'm sure it isn't anything."
Dad went with the two men. Mother called after him, "Call us as soon as you can."
The rest of us huddled on the steps. Of course, I was put back in my crib, and had to strain my ears to try to learn what the grownups were talking about. (By the way I was about 5 years old and slept in a crib in my parents room until I was six , i.e. until my sister was born.)The phone finally rang. ( Uncle Louis' phone, the only one in the house.) I gathered Dad was in the morgue to identify the body of Charlie Paterno his partner in law, and to give information about Sylvia
Charlie's girlfriend who was in Coney Island Hospital in serious condition.