“Hey Frankie, Frankie, you look as pretty as a picture.”
And I could see Nancy was pleased with her handiwork too. Of course, the canvas was good. Let me take a minute to describe myself: I was about 5 foot and 5 inches tall and I weighed in at 120 lb., a result of not having enough to eat. Ever. And I had fine bone structure. Bob wasn’t the first person to say I looked like a girl. A teacher had said it to me and a girl I fancied too and an auntie and the nurse when I got my flu shot. You get the picture? I was a pretty feminine-looking guy and that maybe, just maybe, was one of the reasons why I wanted to join the Mob. Prove my macho credentials – that’s what a shrink would say I guess if I ever laid on a couch, but I wasn’t about to lay on a couch. I was about to pull off a hit.