FRANKIE
It's Saturday and Angel and I are driving to Lorenzo's house. When a song by Shania Twain comes on the radio she turns up the volume and starts singing along. She's poking me in the tummy, pinching my cheeks, squeezing my thigh as she sings along, I can't help smiling. I love this side of hers. And don't get me started on how the words are making me feel coming out of her mouth.
"You seem excited today" I turn down the volume taking her hand in mine when the song ends.
"How can I not be excited. I'm spending the with my favorite man" she smiles from ear to ear.
"Of course I'm your favorite man" I tease smirking.
"I was referring to to your brother dummy" she playfully hits my arm.
"Don't let me murder my brother because of you" I roll my eyes.
"You'd be forced to live
