Chapter Five
Frank: 1988
“They filmed Moonstruck here last year.” Beatrice told him as they sat side by side on the park bench and looked out at the East River and Manhattan shimmering in the nighttime heat steaming off the water’s surface. Once again in their street clothes, he couldn’t help remembering her in her workout gear. Her chest gave the big, white U.S.S.S. logo a whole new meaning. No vest hiding curves that really needed to be seen and appreciated. And legs, damn but the pint-sized woman had amazingly serious legs.
“Moonstruck.” Frank had no idea what she was talking about. He just knew his chin still hurt like hell, it was two a.m., and he was sweating like a pig because the temperature hadn’t broken in almost two weeks. And he knew that Beatrice was limping bad on the righ
