After dinner, Frankie sat at the table finishing his wine when he noticed Paris looking at him with an intense stare. “Tell me what you see.”
“I see a lone soul. Wild and free. Someone who doesn’t want to be beholden to anyone for anything, even if he doesn’t know where his next meal is coming from. A good-looking guy that could easily fall into something too big for him to handle if he’s not careful.”
“So what’s the answer?”
“It’s not here. Not for either of us. Just looking at you I’d say your dreams are similar to mine, and like me, you’re biding your time until you can head out west to the glittering city on the west coast.”
Frankie’s face darkened with memories. “I was beginning to feel all bought and paid for,” Frankie said as he stared down at his empty plate. “It made me feel a
