Post by Leonardo on Jun 20, 2013 22:17:00 GMT -6
"C'maan Lisa! We's gonna be late!"
Francesco Sardelli sat impatiently at the door of his apartment: an old air duct behind a dumpster in an abandoned alleyway. He was waiting on his wife, Lisa, to get ready for their afternoon outing. He could hear her rushing around, tripping over the kids and cursing herself for procrastinating.
Rosa, the eldest child, approached him. She looked up at him with her big, curious eyes. "Papa, where are you going?"
"Me an' Mama are goin' to lunch, sweet'eart."
"When yous comin' back?"
"Dunno. But I'm closin da ducts when I leave. Dat means nobody gets in--"
"An' nobody gets out. Got it, Papa." She nuzzled with him and went back to playing with her sisters.
Lisa had somehow organized an adult lunch date with her half sister, Siren. It would be held at The Tuna Can, a popular cat's only club not too far away. Siren was from Bushwick and probably wouldn't be familiar with the Bensonhurst area, so they were supposed to meet her at the intersection...which was literally a 3 minute walk from here. And they STILL hadn't left.
"Lisa, baby. Yous gotta 'urry.
"I'm trying Frankie!"
Frankie had never met Siren before, and really he could have gone the rest of his life without doing so. He was sure Siren felt the same way. But he was doing this for Lisa. Siren was the last piece of family she had other than Frankie and the kids. If something happened to him, he didn't want her to be alone and helpless. Having someone as successfully street smart as Siren on the Sardelli emergency contact list could prove beneficial to his sick wife. Needless to say, he would be polite to Siren because it was the RIGHT thing to do, and not play her like a fiddle into doing something he wanted. He would have to make a good impression, however.
Finally, Lisa stepped out, showing herself to Frankie. "How do I look, Frank?"
She was beautiful. But she was slowly slipping. He could see it everyday. He fought back a small tear, knowing the end could come soon. "Yous tryin' to get picked up by anotha' guy today? I already gotta fight everybody away from you, doll. Yous makin' my job hardah." He grinned and kissed her on the cheek. "Le's go."
Lisa relished in the kiss and then stamped her foot. "Hey, where's your hat?"
Frankie sighed. A few months ago, a couple of his mobster buddies stole a miniature brown fedora from a novelty booth and gave it to him for his birthday. Being the 'wiseguy' of his operations, it was a perfect fit for him, and Lisa loved the way it looked on him. Naturally, Frankie despised the hat.
"I look stoopid with that thing on, Lisa."
"Frankie please put on the hat. This is an important occasion and I want you to look your best. I'll walk out the door right now if you put it on."
Frankie put on the hat.
"You look nice." She giggled.
Truth be told, he did look nice. The way the mini fedora was tilted to the side gave him and olde gangster look. Which was appropriate. A seemingly ridiculous accessory for pets turned into a classy addition to his style. He also wore an expensive scent (also stolen) for the occasion. Frankie began to get nervous as Lisa stared hungrily at her muscular, Italian piece of man. "Aright, I done what you asked. Can we go now?"
"Yeah."
Together they walked out side by side, heading to the intersection to meet up with Siren.
Francesco Sardelli sat impatiently at the door of his apartment: an old air duct behind a dumpster in an abandoned alleyway. He was waiting on his wife, Lisa, to get ready for their afternoon outing. He could hear her rushing around, tripping over the kids and cursing herself for procrastinating.
Rosa, the eldest child, approached him. She looked up at him with her big, curious eyes. "Papa, where are you going?"
"Me an' Mama are goin' to lunch, sweet'eart."
"When yous comin' back?"
"Dunno. But I'm closin da ducts when I leave. Dat means nobody gets in--"
"An' nobody gets out. Got it, Papa." She nuzzled with him and went back to playing with her sisters.
Lisa had somehow organized an adult lunch date with her half sister, Siren. It would be held at The Tuna Can, a popular cat's only club not too far away. Siren was from Bushwick and probably wouldn't be familiar with the Bensonhurst area, so they were supposed to meet her at the intersection...which was literally a 3 minute walk from here. And they STILL hadn't left.
"Lisa, baby. Yous gotta 'urry.
"I'm trying Frankie!"
Frankie had never met Siren before, and really he could have gone the rest of his life without doing so. He was sure Siren felt the same way. But he was doing this for Lisa. Siren was the last piece of family she had other than Frankie and the kids. If something happened to him, he didn't want her to be alone and helpless. Having someone as successfully street smart as Siren on the Sardelli emergency contact list could prove beneficial to his sick wife. Needless to say, he would be polite to Siren because it was the RIGHT thing to do, and not play her like a fiddle into doing something he wanted. He would have to make a good impression, however.
Finally, Lisa stepped out, showing herself to Frankie. "How do I look, Frank?"
She was beautiful. But she was slowly slipping. He could see it everyday. He fought back a small tear, knowing the end could come soon. "Yous tryin' to get picked up by anotha' guy today? I already gotta fight everybody away from you, doll. Yous makin' my job hardah." He grinned and kissed her on the cheek. "Le's go."
Lisa relished in the kiss and then stamped her foot. "Hey, where's your hat?"
Frankie sighed. A few months ago, a couple of his mobster buddies stole a miniature brown fedora from a novelty booth and gave it to him for his birthday. Being the 'wiseguy' of his operations, it was a perfect fit for him, and Lisa loved the way it looked on him. Naturally, Frankie despised the hat.
"I look stoopid with that thing on, Lisa."
"Frankie please put on the hat. This is an important occasion and I want you to look your best. I'll walk out the door right now if you put it on."
Frankie put on the hat.
"You look nice." She giggled.
Truth be told, he did look nice. The way the mini fedora was tilted to the side gave him and olde gangster look. Which was appropriate. A seemingly ridiculous accessory for pets turned into a classy addition to his style. He also wore an expensive scent (also stolen) for the occasion. Frankie began to get nervous as Lisa stared hungrily at her muscular, Italian piece of man. "Aright, I done what you asked. Can we go now?"
"Yeah."
Together they walked out side by side, heading to the intersection to meet up with Siren.