For those of you who are unaware, I was very close to the now late Clara Cerone. Clara was married to the now late Chicago Outfit Underboss Jackie “The Lackey” Cerone. During my relationship (platonic, of course) with Clara Cerone she confided in me several secrets. Most I will take to my grave out of respect for the fine human being that she was, however, there is one that I am compelled to address right now. It is a tale that Clara supposedly never told anyone, even her own children. Once you have read the bone-chilling account I will outline below, you might understand why a mother would not wish to burden her children with this sort of grisly knowledge.
Her tale takes place many years ago. If my memory serves, it was sometime in the late 1950s, perhaps early to mid ’60s. Clara traveled to New York City on a trip. While away, she bumped into a younger man who she knew from back home. I believe he might have been somewhere around 30 at the time. He was a hairdresser from Melrose Park, Illinois. I believe he was of Italian decent and was supposedly gay. The two were happy to see each other and decided to spend an entire afternoon together having lunch and shopping. At the end of the day they said goodbye to each other and prepared to return to Illinois, separately.
Once back at her home in Elmwood Park, Illinois, she of course crossed paths with “Father”. This was her nickname for her husband. She had been back from New York for a day or two and had gone to a local store to pick up some personal items. Upon her return home, she was immediately greeted by vicious screams coming from her basement. This deranged voice belonged to her husband. He commanded her to come downstairs immediately.