Marrone and Nicole, his pretty wife of five years, do not speak to her father. Nicole and the Marrone family sit in back, behind the government lawyers. Fumo's political family, his more harmonious one, and his stunning current companion, Carolyn Zinni, a large gold cross dipping into her chest, sit behind the defense.
It's like a bad wedding.
Yesterday, Marrone was in the toilet, detailing the inner plumbing of Fumo's Green Street castle. Toilets failed. Plumbers died. Leaks? Everywhere. Or, as Fumo would e-mail, leaks!!!!
The government plans to present 200 e-mails between Marrone and the senator. The son-in-law calls Fumo by his title, as much invective as honorific, and by Senator, he suggests the ancient Roman corrupt persuasion.
At times, Marrone spent 80 percent of his job working on the "Green Street project." Fumo e-mailed him constantly at work, which the prosecution will argue was on your dime. Every household task was labeled important, accompanied by a fusillade of exclamation points, a hailstorm of expletives.
Seeing the light
December 2000 was not a happy time in the duchy of Fumo. His second wife had left - of course, there was a new girlfriend, Dottie, now gone, now a government witness - and he was breaking up with John Dougherty, too.
When there was a problem at Green Street, an almost weekly occurrence, Vince went to the top. For electrical problems, he had Marrone call Johnny Doc, the electricians union boss.
Now, maybe not. "I'd rather not be indebted to Doc. He is becoming a big aperture to the anal canal."
Except he didn't use those exact words.
Marrone, then in law school, kept tending to these tasks even though "anyone who knows me knows I hated anything to do with tools. It was nothing I liked to do at all."
