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It was late summer, but it felt like fall had come already. Tony was in that half-awake, half-asleep mode that was typical for him on a midweek mid-morning. Thankfully, he hadn't had many bad dreams recently. Not even about Meadow or A.J., who were both going through bratty teenage phases.
Tony devolved into daydreaming instead. About the Bing, about Satriale's, about that motherfucker Ralphie. He didn't notice for at least a few seconds that the curtains in the bedroom had been drawn back.
"Tony."
Carmela sounded both emotionless and worried at the same time. Tony could instantly detect it. He was good at reading people, as he often liked to say.
"Hmph?"
He still had what might be politely called 'morning voice', which was less articulate than his usual voice.
"I know it's early, for you...but I think you really should get downstairs and watch the TV. It's bad."
This got Tony's attention more fully.
"What now? Johnny Sack's been busted? Carmine?"
Carmela was now almost on the verge of tears.
"No. It's bigger. Believe me. Planes went into the Twin Towers."
Tony was now sitting up.
"What?" He threw the covers off himself.
"They are saying terrorism. I dunno. Gotta be thousands of people in those towers at this time of the day. Jesus Christ. This might be...it? My head feels like it's about to explode. I didn't even know until Ro called me about a half hour ago. She seems to be taking it even worse than me. But whatever, I think you should get up."
Tony followed Carmela's advice. For once.