Chapter 7Frankie’s Condo
René examined Frankie’s studio, trying not to let the distaste show on his face. Last night they hadn’t tuned but one desk lamp on. Tonight, the whole little box was illuminated. René tried to control his facial expression. He wasn’t good at it.
“You don’t have to keep the disapproval off your face,” Frankie told him. “It’s all IKEA and disposable. I bought furniture for functionality. I invested in this condo because I could afford it and I knew it would accrue equity. Even though it’s on the west side, it’s only a few steps from Fifth Avenue, and ten years ago the neighborhood was just beginning to gentrify. It also served as a place to sleep that didn’t belong to Dante. As I explained, money was at a premium, and I felt I couldn’t justify spending it on myself
