Tony looked abjectly at himself in the mirror while his sister Angela (who was the one mostly responsible for this godawful foppery, this frilly, buckled, spangled crappola) smiled like a shark at the thought of how out of place her brother was going to look at the Bonnano girl’s wedding reception - more like a shivaree or a callithump! - and of how his pathetic plans to move up from being Zu Bonnano’s bagman to maybe at least a capo in the Zips were definitely not going to work out if she could help it.