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Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
Bonnie held the dress up on the hanger since Kresley seemed afraid to even touch it. “So, are ya gonna wear it?” she asked.
Kresley reached out and felt the material. It was soft and warm which was a good thing since there was so little of it. It was something a French Maid might wear and a Georgia girl would run from. The ruffled tulle underneath was actually satin laced and the ribbon that held the bustier top together was made of pure silk. Kresley stared at the black and white ensemble with petrified eyes.
“There’s not much to wear, is there.”
Bonnie tried to make light of it and ease her nerves. “If I had a body like yours I’d wear to the damn market,” she laughed. Kresley wasn’t as amused. “Listen honey. It’s a party and you’re not the only one workin it. All the girls will be wearin the same thing.”
Somehow there didn’t seem to be safety in numbers knowing that would be all she wore. “Is this really what he likes?”
“It’s what all men like, honey,” she nodded. She watched Kresley think it over. “You really got a thing for Frankie, huh.”
Kresley nodded and smiled. “He’s not like anyone back in Georgia. He’s exciting and handsome and I feel so alive when he looks at me.”
Bonnie understood. “There’s a whole band of em and they’re all charmin and exciting and handsome.” She became serious. “But they’re not all good guys. They’re not all like Frankie. Hell, and I love the kid,” she clarified, “even Frankie has his moments. He didn’t have the easiest upbringing.” She looked away. “None of em did. But they made somethin of themselves and it’s workin for em. Understand, sweetheart, what you’re gettin yourself into though. Behind all the glitz and glamour there’s a whole underbelly of the people who got stepped on to get it. And those people never stay down long.” She examined Kresley’s response. The girl didn’t seem frightened at all. She smiled, “You can’t see past his eyes, can ya. Yeah, you’re in for a good one. He’s a keepa,” she laughed. “If ya can get him to settle down that is. But I’ll tell ya this, he keeps good company with my boys. That whole crew is good people. And they’ll keep ya outta trouble best they can. But you keep your back to the wall and your eyes wide open, ya hear?”
Kresley was embarrassed to say she hadn’t really been listening at all as she held the dress up in front of herself in the mirror. She had only caught the last thing Bonnie had said. Something about eyes being open. “I think everyone’s eyes will be wide open tonight with a bunch of girls walking around in these,” she laughed.
Bonnie smiled. “I’m sure you’ll have a great time in this one too,” she said, holding up the second dress from the garment bag.
Kresley had been so stunned by the first outfit that she had completely forgotten about being Frankie’s date later. Of course, he had never actually called her his date. His ‘guest’, he had said. She looked over the 1922 flapper dress in all its shimmery glory. It was black and red with fringe all around in multiple layers down the dropped waist. At least this dress would come just to her knees. It had obviously been hemmed since true flapper dresses from the decade before had been considered racy just below the knee.
Kresley had been a flapper for Halloween once since it had been the only time she would ever be able to get away with such a scene; and it had caused quite the scene. Tonight though, she was going to wear one for real, at a New York City party on Frankie Iero’s arm. Her nerves were settling and she was starting to become quite excited about the event.
“Shoes!” Kresley jumped. “I don’t have any shoes!”
Bonnie laughed, “It’s alright darlin. I’ve got a pair that would be perfect for both getups. You just gimmie a sec and I’ll be right back with em. Hurry up and get dressed. It’s almost seven now.”
She ran from the room and Kresley heard the bells on the diner door close as Bonnie ran down the street to her house. Kresley held up the first dress again and took a deep breath. If that was what Frankie liked, then she would do that for him. Only for him. She slipped the dress on over her head and stared at herself in the mirror as she fixed her hair in a sleek blonde bun. Once her makeup was applied and her pantyhose straightened she took another look in the mirror. Oh yes, Frankie would be pleased. She wasn’t Kresley Cartwright from Georgia anymore. She was someone new who pushed the boundaries and loved attention. She got the feeling she would be getting a lot of both that night.
Bonnie ran in behind her, out of breath and holding a pair of black lace up shoes with long cords. They dropped to the floor as she covered her mouth and gasped, “Il mio Dio!” As Kresley turned to face her she began to laugh. “My God, child, you look nothin like the girl who came in here the other night. Just look at ya,” she admired. “I sure hope Frankie’s sittin down when you walk in.”
Kresley shook it off, “There will be other girls dressed just like me, just like you said.”
Bonnie smiled, “Honey, nobody looks exactly like you. Kid’s gonna need quite the napkin to cover his lap tonight.”
Kresley’s eyes widened as she laughed, “Bonnie!”
“Tell me I’m wrong,” she giggled. “I dare ya.”
Kresley looked in the mirror again. She couldn’t believe how different she looked. She was actually somewhat stunning. “Well I’ll be sure to bring him one at the beginning of the night then,” she smiled.
“That’s the spirit, honey,” Bonnie laughed. “Now let me lace you up the back and you get your shoes on. It’s about time for you to go. No sense in bein late.”
Once dressed, Bonnie ushered her up to the front of the diner where Kresley kept her coat pulled tightly around her. It was little comfort realizing how much longer her coat was than her dress. People were staring like they knew what she had on underneath. She sat down at the counter and stared at herself in the mirror behind it. As the clock chirped seven she wasn’t sure she could do this anymore.
Bonnie rushed to her side, “Honey are you okay? Ya look like ya gonna be sick.”
Kresley thought it was a distinct possibility now that it had been mentioned. “I’m not going,” she said jumping off the stool.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Bonnie cautioned. “Slow down. You’re gonna be fine. It’s just nerves is all. Have a drink,” she said, grabbing a bottle from under the counter.
Kresley had never been much of a hard drinker. She preferred fruity wines and light ales. That night though she didn’t care what it was so long as it made her stop shaking. She tossed the shot back and felt the burn against her throat. Kresley could actually feel it travel down and through her body, warming a path in its wake.
“Smooth,” she choked.
Bonnie laughed. “It’s whiskey and an acquired taste.” She smiled, “It’s Frankie’s favorite.”
Kresley felt warm all over and a touch dizzy as she smiled. Frankie’s favorite. If he kissed her tonight, he might still taste it on her. She liked the thought of that. She could do this. Of course she was doing this. Frankie was waiting for her. She would not disappoint him.
She sat down in a booth by the counter and crossed her legs staring at the corded laces that wrapped upwards across her calves. They were beautiful.
Bonnie watched her with a smile. “They were a gift from my late husband. Those shoes have seen some dance floors, let me tell ya,” she laughed.
“They’re so important to you,” she said feeling guilty. “I could wear something else,” she offered.
“You will not,” she scolded lightly. “It’s about time they saw somethin other than the inside of my closet. And they look fantastic on ya. You’ll wear them and you’ll have the time of your life. That’ll make me proud.”
A car horn honked outside and a nervous young man, not much older than her, ran through the front door. He was wearing a black pinstripe suit with a white tie and his trench coat was flying behind him as he rushed in. Just under his black hat with its white band wrapped around it Kresley could make out slight strips of hair that came down on the sides by his ears like nothing she had ever seen.
“Miss Cartwright,” he panted. “I’m Brian. Brian Schechter. I’m here to take you to the house. I’m so sorry I’m late. I’m never late!” he said in a fluster. “May I escort you?” he asked hurriedly.
Bonnie laughed, “Hello Brian.”
Brian removed his hat and slicked back his short hair. “Maam, hello. I didn’t even see you there. How are you this evening?”
“I’m good, thank ya.” She smiled at Kresley. “Go on. Have a good time tonight.” Kresley nodded nervously and followed Brian as he held the door for her. Bonnie came running out behind them. “Don’t forget the dress!” She handed Brian the garment bag and gave Kresley a motherly hug. “The second half of your night awaits,” she smiled.
“Thank you,” Kresley said with relief. She had run out so quickly she had almost forgotten it again.
“I want to hear all about it tomorrow,” she smiled.
“Tonight,” she corrected.
“Tomorrow,” Bonnie nodded. “My boys don’t keep regular hours. I’ll see you tomorrow.” As Brian closed the door on Kresley she said to him, “And you drive safe. Watch them lights. I don’t care how late ya are.”
“Yes maam,” he nodded, tipping his hat. “G’night.”
As Brian drove them through the city streets he seemed to be sweating. Kresley asked, “Do you think we’ll make it?”
Brian kept his eyes on the road. “We’ll make it by a hair I think. I’m so sorry. I’m never late,” he repeated. “So stupid,” he scolded himself.
His nervousness was doing nothing for her own nerves. “You can tell Frankie it was my fault,” she offered. “We’ll say I was running late from getting ready.”
Brian’s wide eyes caught her in the rear view mirror. “I absolutely can not. No way! I couldn’t let ya do that for me,” he insisted.
“It’s alright,” she said, sitting back and enjoying the whiskey’s effects. “He dropped me off late from our day. He’ll understand.”
Brian was in disbelief. “You’re really somethin,” he said gratefully. “That’s awful nice of ya.”
“It’s nothing,” she smiled warmly.
“It’s everything to me,” he said softly. ”Thanks a million. Really.”
They rode the rest of the way in silence and as they slowed, Kresley stared up at the looming estate they approached. After weaving through the woods and up the hill they had finally reached the top. The house was enormous. There were white columns lining the front steps and every story-high window was lit with a candle inside in front of red drapes. Cars filled the lit circular driveway, as they pulled in, like a showcase of automobile runway. Brian held the door for her and helped her out, carrying her garment bag behind her as another young man stepped into the driver’s seat and took the car away to park. Kresley followed Brian up to the door which had a fresh green wreath hanging on it. His knuckles knocked a rhythm against the hard wood and it opened immediately letting out a warm rush of air and loud music carried on laughter.
“You’re late,” said the heavyset man at the door with a scowl.
Brian bit his lip as Kresley answered for him. “It’s my fault. I’m so sorry. I had trouble figuring out the costume.”
The man looked her up and down as she opened her coat and smiled. “Looks like you got it eventually. Help goes in through the side door,” he said.
Brian interjected, “No, Tommy. She’s only helpin out. Frankie asked her to come. This is Kresley Cartwright.”
“Ms. Cartwright,” he said with recognition. “Of course, how rude of me. My apologies. Please come in.”
He ushered her in the door where she drank in the scene. There were men in suits everywhere she looked with either a girl or a drink in their hands. The décor was sophisticated and well preserved. Everything looked new and beautiful and she wondered how long they had lived there. The tall staircase led up the center of the room in the distance to an overlooking balcony from the second floor. It was the grandest room she had ever seen outside of the movies. A Christmas tree stood tall and proud off to the side of the staircase in what looked too fancy to be a living room. It had all the trimmings and was aglow with lights. There must have been twenty presents under the tree! Everything was decked out, carefully cared for and very expensive. It was as if the Depression had ended at the front door and the twenties were back in full swing inside.
Kresley felt her coat slide off her shoulders and turned to find Brian behind her with a grateful smile. “I’ll take this for you and hang your dress upstairs.” He smiled, “In Frankie’s room.”
Kresley nodded appreciatively. “Thank you, Mr. Schechter.”
He laughed, “Please, Brian,” he insisted. “I want every beautiful girl in the world to know me by name,” he grinned.
She laughed, “Thank you, Brian.”
As Tommy escorted her towards a long hallway, Kresley was thankful to see other waitresses in the same outfit. She couldn’t find Frankie anywhere though. There were so many people, she wasn’t sure she would find him at all.
Tommy walked beside her even though he was leading the way. “I’m Tommy Delfino,” he smiled, his rotund belly shaking as he laughed. “Everybody calls me Tommy D. or Fino. You’re only workin an hour or two tops,” he assured her. “I’m under strict orders to stop the clock after that so’s you can enjoy yourself.” He continued the way down the never ending hallway to the kitchen. “I don’t even know why he’s havin ya work at all, to be honest. If ya ask me, it’s a man thing. Make sure a girl can serve before she can hang on ya arm.”
“Good thing nobody asked you,” Mikey said as he stepped out of the kitchen. He was dashing in his black suit, red silk tie and matching fanned handkerchief.
Tommy nodded. “Right.” He turned to Kresley and handed her a tray of champagne off one of the counters as chefs and waitresses bustled about. “Here ya go then. And off ya go,” he smiled.
Kresley smiled, “Thank you, Fino.” As she got in line to leave the kitchen she heard them talking behind her.
“My name sounds good on her lips, don’t ya think?” Tommy teased.
“Sure,” Mikey said sounding bored. “Just remember those lips are spoken for, yeah?”
“Course, Mikey. Course,” he agreed respectfully.
Kresley walked out into the main room with her tray poised high in the air, hoping her liquid confidence didn’t affect her balance. Everyone was smiling and laughing and having a good time. She served the drinks and appetizers and listened to the mix of languages across the room. Some spoke only in Italian, others Sicilian. Some men asked their questions in Italian while others answered in English, obviously understanding both. It was a romantic sound, hearing so many dialects and soft curving words as they flowed between conversations.
Kresley had completely forgotten about the skin she was exposing until she felt a hand at the small of her waist and jumped so high that her tray left her hands. A swift wrist caught it midair and luckily nothing had been balanced on it. She turned to see Frankie smiling at her, his hair slicked back and his green eyes focused on her. He was dressed to the nines in a matching suit like Mikey’s.
“You scared me half to death,” she smiled, catching her breath.
Frankie grinned, “Lucky for me you have another half.” He took her hand and stepped back, giving her a spin so he could admire her. “You look quite the part,” he smiled.
“Thank you, sir,” she said with a flamboyant curtsey.
“No, thank you, Kresley. Thank you for coming and thank you again for staying. I know our parties aren’t exactly standard social but I was afraid if I tipped you off you might say no.”
She didn’t want to tell him he was right. “I would have still come,” she said politely.
Frank nodded. “A rare bird indeed then. Thank you all the same.”
“You have a beautiful home,” she said looking around. “How many of you live here?”
“A few,” he said making sure everything was in place and everyone was having a good time. “The Way boys, Ray and soon to be Bob again.”
“Again?” she asked.
“He’s been away for a while but this is his welcome home party. He should be here in about an hour. Why don’t I take this for you,” he said holding up the tray, “And you go upstairs and become my guest.”
“If you’re sure you don’t need me,” Kresley said.
Frank leaned in close to her, “Oh I need you, darlin.” He smiled, “Right here on my arm. Don’t be long.”
She tried not to fly up the stairs in her hurry. When she reached the top, she realized she had no idea where she was going. There were doors on both sides of each hallway to the left and the right and they were all closed. She started off down to the left and a powder room door opened releasing a flush of girls into the hallway. They were all dressed in fringe and glittering threads. They had more charms than a jewelry store and they positively glowed in the candlelight that lined the hallway with sconces. Each had a palette of makeup and some kind of headpiece to match their dress and they all stopped when they saw her.
“Oh my Gawd,” said the girl with the pale scarf over her head. “Are you Frankie’s girl?”
Hmm…how to answer to that. Kresley swallowed, “I’m not sure yet.”
The girls all laughed and she continued, “Are you the sweetest?” She took her hand like they were old friends. “Where’s your dress honey? You can’t wear that thing another second.”
Kresley looked down embarrassed. “I had to work the beginning of the party.”
She smiled warmly, her thick Italian Jersey accent coming out, “Don’t ya worry ‘bout a thing. That’s standard introduction round here. We all did it, didn’t we girls.” All the girls nodded, laughing and thinking back to what appeared to be old times. “I’m Gigi. Short for Angela and since I’m the second Angie round here and Gawd forbid we can’t have two so I became Gigi and it stuck,” she rambled. “This is Nicole and Marianna and that’s Anna.” They all said hello and made her feel at ease. “You lookin for Frankie’s room?” she asked.
Kresley nodded, “Yes. Thank you.” It didn’t hit her until a moment later that this girl knew exactly where Frankie’s room was. Why? As if to answer her question, Gigi was off again.
“Don’t mind us, darlin. We know this place and everybody in it on account of growing up together. As lazy boys will do, they decided not to leave the neighborhood lookin for girls so here we still are,” she laughed.
Kresley nodded, “So you’re dating them?”
Gigi smiled, “Mikey’s mine.”
Nicole opened the door to a large room and stepped inside turning on the light. “I’m all Ray’s.”
Marianna sat down on the bed with both hands down her dress fixing her bra. Without looking up she offered, “I’m Bobby’s girl and he betta get here soon cuz it’s been too damn long.” Her tight blonde curls bounced when she talked and freckles dotted her rosy cheeks. She seemed to be the only one who wasn’t Italian.
“I’m Anna,” said the last girl, stepping forward. She didn’t smile but she didn’t seem upset either. Cautious maybe.
“You must be with Gerard,” she said through process of elimination.
“Sometimes,” Anna nodded with a smile. Her fiery red hair was straight and long and she had a beaded necklace draped across her forehead like Cleopatra. Her make up was thick even though she obviously didn’t need any at all considering how beautiful she was. “So I guess that makes you Frankie’s girl.”
Kresley cleared her throat. “Um, maybe. We just met. So I’m not really sure.”
Anna smiled slowly, “You will be soon.”
“Which? His, or sure?” she asked.
“Oh my Gawd,” Gigi smiled. “She really is the sweetest. I like her. Where’re you from anyways?”
“Georgia,” she said softly, looking around the room. The walls were a deep dark green that in the shadow of the room almost appeared black. There were pictures all along the walls of friends and family, both of which he had many. The king-sized bed Marianna had made herself comfortable on had a royal blue comforter with black satin sheets folding over the top by the matching pillows. She wandered over past the cedar chest at the foot of the bed and stood by the balcony windows peering through the white sheer curtains at the cars down below. There were drivers huddled together, drinking and smoking and they didn’t seem to mind the cold at all. She wondered if Brian was one of them. She hadn’t met anyone yet who could make her as nervous as he had been. Although changing in front of the girls she had just met was going to be a challenge.
“Georgia?” Nicole said. “You’re a long way from home, honey. Whatta ya doin here?”
Kresley turned back to them. “Starting over,” she said confidently.
“I hear that,” nodded Marianna. “I’ve completely reinvented myself for Bobby’s homecoming. He’s not gonna know what hit him,” she smiled.
Kresley found her garment bag on the back of one of the closet doors and unzipped it. “I heard he’s been away,” she nodded. “Is he a soldier?”
The girls all laughed in unison; even Anna. Marianna almost choked. “A soldier? Oh wait,” she said calming herself. “I don’t think soldier in Georgia means what it means here,” she said to the other girls. She rolled over on the bed so she was on her stomach as she propped herself up to face Kresley. “Ya ever heard of Bob ‘the Brut
Force’ Bryar?” Kresley shook her head. “Well, you will. For now, all you need to know is he’s comin home,” she smiled.
“Oh,” Kresley said softly. “Well I’m glad then.”
“Ain’t we all,” Marianna smiled. “Good times ahead, that’s what I say. Now lets see that dress.”
Kresley took it out and held it up as they all gushed over it. She was thankful they approved. The girls were nice but, as an outsider, she wanted their approval. She wanted to fit in with them.
“That Frankie’s always had impeccable taste,” Nicole nodded. “You’re gonna be stunning in that. Hurry now,” she urged. “There’s a party waitin downstairs and you have an entrance to make. I can’t wait to see his face when you walk down those stairs. Boy’s gonna fall ova,” she smiled.
Anna stepped in behind her and unlaced the bustier for her. She was much calmer than the other girls. Everything about her seemed…deliberate. Kresley couldn’t figure out if the girl liked her or not. Maybe she was trying to figure Kresley out as much as she was. She changed quickly and Anna took her hair down for her.
“Frankie likes it long,” she said, looking over Kresley’s shoulder in the mirror. “You’ll stop traffic,” she quietly assured.
“Thank you,” Kresley said with a smile. “I suppose I’m ready then.”
“Well then let’s go,” Anna smiled, taking her hand and leading them all back out of Frankie’s room.
They all stopped at the top of the stairs as the crowd below turned to look. Anna smiled at her and they descended the staircase with all eyes on them. Kresley found Frankie’s eyes and locked in on them hoping that with Anna at her side she wouldn’t trip. She had never seen him smile so big. He seemed overjoyed.
When she reached the bottom stair, Frankie lifted her up and spun her around in the air before putting her back upright. He leaned into her ear. “Tu porta via il mio respire,” he whispered.
Kresley blushed at both the beautiful dialect of his Italian and the heat of his breath on her ear. “I don’t know what that means,” she said softly.
He stayed close in her ear. “You take my breath away,” he whispered before kissing her cheek.
Kresley wondered why she had ever been nervous in the first place. This was Frankie; sweet, respectful and by her side. She smiled at him and he whisked her around the room making introductions to people whose names she would never be able to remember. They were all nice and happy to meet her and she was having such a wonderful time.
Frankie held her close to his side like he was afraid she might fall if he let go and proudly made sure everyone knew she was with him.
“There’s someone very important I’d like you meet,” he smiled as they approached a heavyset man with dark eyes and a soft smile. “Don Cappa,” he smiled.
The man smiled brightly. “Frankie!” his thick accent dripped as he took both Frank’s cheeks in his pudgy hands and kissed them. “È buono vederla.”
Frank smiled, “It’s good to see you too, sir. I’d like you to meet Kresley Cartwright. Kresley, this is Mickey Cappabianco.”
He extended his hand and kissed the top of her hand. “È molto piacevole per incontrare una ragazza così bella.”
She looked to Frank who translated for her. “He says it’s very nice to meet such a beautiful girl.”
Kresley smiled and offered the only Italian she knew, “Grazi. Scuzi, non parlo Italiano.”
The man’s eyes lit up with happiness. “Ahh!” he laughed. “Una donna del mio proprio cuore!” He pulled her in and gave her a hearty hug.
Frank was beaming. He leaned into her, “He says you’re a woman after his own heart. He appreciates what you know. That was excellent,” he said, impressed and proud.
Mickey Cappabianco smiled, “Dove lei l'ha trovata?”
Frank laughed, “He wants to know where I found you.” He smiled at Mickey, “Bonnie’s. She’s helping her out but I’m thinking of stealing her away. Should I be selfish?” he joked.
“Le mie benedizioni per tu entrambi,” he grinned taking Frankie’s chin and giving his cheek a soft slap.
Frank nodded, “Grazie, Don Cappa.” He looked at Kresley seeing as how she was utterly lost. “He gives us his blessing,” he smiled. “Now all I need is yours.”
Kresley couldn’t stop smiling. “It’s still early,” she said coyly. “And I haven’t met everyone yet.”
Frank almost fell over laughing. “She’s gonna give me a hard time, this one,” he said to Mickey. “I love it.”
Mickey smiled and took her hand kissing it again, “Scusa, scusa.” He turned back to Frankie. “Abbiamo degli affari per discutere in privato.”
A voice came from behind her, “That means they have business to discuss in private.” Kresley turned to find Mikey behind her. “Go,” he said to them. “She’s in good hands.”
“Si, si,” Mickey nodded. “Buona sera.”
“Good evening,” Mikey nodded. As they walked away Mikey slipped his arm around her waist and escorted her over to a waitress holding a tray of champagne. The girl took a double take realizing she had been working with Kresley earlier that night and looked away with slight annoyance. Mikey took two drinks and handed one to Kresley. “Making friends and enemies tonight I see,” he smiled.
Kresley took the drink, “I didn’t mean to.”
Mikey laughed. “Course ya didn’t, hun. This room is divided into many sides, Kresley. You can’t take a step without crossing over onto one. It comes with the territory.” He scanned the room. “Are you havin a good time?”
“Yes,” she smiled. “Thank you so much for having me.”
“You’re quite welcome, Kresley,” he smiled. His caramel eyes sparkled against his grin. “Everyone’s quite impressed with you. Including Don Cappa. And that impresses me,” he smiled.
“Don,” she repeated. “I thought his name was Mickey.”
Mikey nearly choked on his champagne. “Shh, no sweetheart. You don’t ever call him that. Don Cappabianco is fine. He’s only Don Cappa to us and I don’t even think his own mother called him Mickey,” he whispered. “God rest her soul,” he said, making the sign of the cross. “You have so much to learn,” he smiled. “Just take it slow and don’t ask any questions. You’ll learn things on a need to know basis. You okay with that?” he asked.
Kresley nodded. She would have to be. He left little room for discussion. A short while later Frank reappeared and took his place by her side with a warm arm around her. They joined different circles throughout the night mingling and laughing at stories.
One man joined their group of five and held his hand out to her. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Nicky Collucci,” he smiled. His drawn face was round and red with the blush of liquor. She shook his hand as Frank made an introduction. The man laughed, “Frankie Knuckles, it’s been too long. How are ya?” he said extending his hand.
Frank shook his head, “Keep it for family, Nicky. We’re amongst friends tonight,” he said lightly but with a slight tone Kresley couldn’t place. She couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to be called knuckles in a flattering way though so she understood that part. She just wondered about the story behind it.
“Of course,” Nicky apologized. “My mannas. Eh, when’s Bobby gettin here?” He turned to one of the other gentlemen. “You imagine gettin pinched for a nickel and then takin your time to get back to reality?” he laughed. Apparently his jokes were only funny to him because no one laughed. Actually, they looked at Kresley.
Frank smiled at him but took him by the shoulder with a tight grip. “You believe this guy?” he said to the others, laughing. “He’s a fuckin acrobat to get his foot all the way up into his mouth.” Everyone laughed and Nicky just shrugged. He didn’t say anything back though.
Frank continued the story he had started before Nicky came over and finished with everyone rolling in laughter. He delivered the punchline with excited vigor, “And he says ‘I thought I just did!’” Everyone laughed and Kresley was having such a good time. Frankie was the life of the party in every circle, waving his hands about as he charmed them all with his storytelling.
“I adore how animated you are,” Kresley laughed. Frankie shrugged bashfully and pulled her closer.
Nicky took another swig of his drink and laughed, “That’s cuz Frankie’s so little from being a sick kid. He makes up for his height with wide, movin hands to make himself look bigga!” he bellowed.
The laughter slowed quickly and came to an abrupt halt as everyone turned to Frank. He wasn’t laughing. But there was a strange smile on his face.
The man instantly began back peddling. “Naw, Frankie. I’m playin. You know me. Never know when to shut my mouth. It was just a joke,” he said worriedly wringing his hands and trying to smile apologetically.
Frank nodded, “I like jokes.”
“C’mon, Frankie. I’m sorry.” He clearly meant it.
“No, it was a good one,” Frankie nodded, still holding up that odd smile. “Had all my friends laughin at that one. Good one. Why you don’t take a walk with me and I’ll tell you a joke,” he said, his smile growing.
The man was visibly nervous now. “C’mon. I said I’m sorry. I was just playin. I’m always playin. Maybe I play too much,” he said shrugging his hands and wiping the sweat from his balding head.
Frank’s face said it was fine but the tone underneath it was one only he was excited about. “No, come on. I got a good joke for you, Nicky. Come on,” he said, swinging his arm over Nicky’s shoulder despite their slight height difference. He was pulling him towards the hallway. “It’s an inside joke. It’s got a great punchline. I don’t want you to miss it.” His smile was light but as he pulled Nicky away from them, it was clear it was all for show. Two suits followed him down the hall as they all disappeared. Fifteen minutes later, three men returned to the party. Nicky Collucci was not one of them.
Frank left her side a few times during the night for unexplained reasons. One minute he was right there with her and the next he was excusing himself behind closed doors. Everyone wanted a piece of his time and he felt more and more guilty about it each time he had to step away. But each time he had to go, someone else stepped in to take his place. It was as if he had stand-ins for his company so she would never have to be alone; or so she couldn’t be alone; Kresley wasn’t sure.
It was almost midnight and Kresley still hadn’t met Ray, Bob or Gerard. She scanned the room looking for the girls and found them scattered about in different circles. She decided to step out to the powder room and leave Frank’s side herself for once.
“Anna will go with you,” Frank nodded, signaling her over.
“No, really. It’s okay,” she said.
“No,” Frank shook his head. “Anna looked like she needed an out from talkin to Jude Devereux anyway. They used to go out and he never leaves alone now. Gerard sees that he’ll flip his shit.” He lowered his eyes, “Excuse my language.”
Kresley smiled. “You don’t have to excuse yourself around me, Frankie. You only have to be who you are.”
Frank beamed at her as Anna came to their side. “Thank you,” she gushed. “I thought I was never gettin outta there,” she laughed.
Frank nodded, “I know that look. Kresley’s off to the powder room if you want to do the girl thing and go together. Why you all do it I’ll never understand,” he said shaking his head. Anna took her hand and Frank took Kresley’s other hand pulling her back to him. “Knock me one before you go, sugar,” he grinned, holding out his cheek. Kresley kissed his cheek and he pretended to fall over as he grinned and watched her go.
Anna led Kresley to the main floor powder room which was almost as big as her room at the diner. It had large mirrors and peach walls with shells and starfish on the long sink counter. She touched up her hair and saw Anna watching her from behind.
“Are you having a good time, Kresley?” she asked.
“Yes, I am. Thank you.”
“I can see what Frankie sees in you,” she grinned. “You’re very beautiful,” she said with a slow smile.
Kresley was embarrassed. She had nothing on the siren beside her. “I’d rather look like you,” she said.
Anna laughed, “And modest to boot. Aren’t you a trip. Tell you what. Tomorrow you should come out with me and the girls. I get the feeling we’re gonna be seein a lot of each other anyways,” she smiled.
“I’d love to but I think I have to work,” she said disappointedly.
Anna smirked, “Work? You’re on Frankie Time now, honey. You see any clocks in this joint?”
Kresley hadn’t really thought about it. She really only had her watch. “No.”
“That’s because these boys tell the sun when to rise and set. You don’t have a schedule anymore and you can be damn glad of it. If you want to go with us, Frankie’ll make it happen for ya. But it’s up to you,” she shrugged. “All you gotta do is ask.” There was a loud roar of excitement outside and Anna smiled. “Bobby’s back. And Gerard and Ray are with him. Are you ready to meet the rest of the family?” Kresley nodded. “Who knows, cookie,” she smiled. “Someday they might be yours.”
Kresley didn’t know if Anna was really friendly or had simply had too much to drink. She and Frankie had only met a few days before. It was absurd to think about such things. As Anna handed her another drink, Kresley found herself wanting to believe her though. She liked the people she had met and she hoped to see a lot more of them. She was becoming someone. She could feel it. And it was all because of Frankie. She took a deep breath and followed Anna back out into the cheering crowd to meet Frankie’s closest friends. She just hoped they like her too.
Tell me what you think!! Hopefully my Italian is more accurate than rough. This is only the party intermission kids. At 18 pages I draw the line. Lol I’ll write more soon and I hope you’ll stay for the rest of the party. Grab a drink. Enjoy yourselves. What happens after midnight is how the party really starts…xoxo Harley
Bonnie held the dress up on the hanger since Kresley seemed afraid to even touch it. “So, are ya gonna wear it?” she asked.
Kresley reached out and felt the material. It was soft and warm which was a good thing since there was so little of it. It was something a French Maid might wear and a Georgia girl would run from. The ruffled tulle underneath was actually satin laced and the ribbon that held the bustier top together was made of pure silk. Kresley stared at the black and white ensemble with petrified eyes.
“There’s not much to wear, is there.”
Bonnie tried to make light of it and ease her nerves. “If I had a body like yours I’d wear to the damn market,” she laughed. Kresley wasn’t as amused. “Listen honey. It’s a party and you’re not the only one workin it. All the girls will be wearin the same thing.”
Somehow there didn’t seem to be safety in numbers knowing that would be all she wore. “Is this really what he likes?”
“It’s what all men like, honey,” she nodded. She watched Kresley think it over. “You really got a thing for Frankie, huh.”
Kresley nodded and smiled. “He’s not like anyone back in Georgia. He’s exciting and handsome and I feel so alive when he looks at me.”
Bonnie understood. “There’s a whole band of em and they’re all charmin and exciting and handsome.” She became serious. “But they’re not all good guys. They’re not all like Frankie. Hell, and I love the kid,” she clarified, “even Frankie has his moments. He didn’t have the easiest upbringing.” She looked away. “None of em did. But they made somethin of themselves and it’s workin for em. Understand, sweetheart, what you’re gettin yourself into though. Behind all the glitz and glamour there’s a whole underbelly of the people who got stepped on to get it. And those people never stay down long.” She examined Kresley’s response. The girl didn’t seem frightened at all. She smiled, “You can’t see past his eyes, can ya. Yeah, you’re in for a good one. He’s a keepa,” she laughed. “If ya can get him to settle down that is. But I’ll tell ya this, he keeps good company with my boys. That whole crew is good people. And they’ll keep ya outta trouble best they can. But you keep your back to the wall and your eyes wide open, ya hear?”
Kresley was embarrassed to say she hadn’t really been listening at all as she held the dress up in front of herself in the mirror. She had only caught the last thing Bonnie had said. Something about eyes being open. “I think everyone’s eyes will be wide open tonight with a bunch of girls walking around in these,” she laughed.
Bonnie smiled. “I’m sure you’ll have a great time in this one too,” she said, holding up the second dress from the garment bag.
Kresley had been so stunned by the first outfit that she had completely forgotten about being Frankie’s date later. Of course, he had never actually called her his date. His ‘guest’, he had said. She looked over the 1922 flapper dress in all its shimmery glory. It was black and red with fringe all around in multiple layers down the dropped waist. At least this dress would come just to her knees. It had obviously been hemmed since true flapper dresses from the decade before had been considered racy just below the knee.
Kresley had been a flapper for Halloween once since it had been the only time she would ever be able to get away with such a scene; and it had caused quite the scene. Tonight though, she was going to wear one for real, at a New York City party on Frankie Iero’s arm. Her nerves were settling and she was starting to become quite excited about the event.
“Shoes!” Kresley jumped. “I don’t have any shoes!”
Bonnie laughed, “It’s alright darlin. I’ve got a pair that would be perfect for both getups. You just gimmie a sec and I’ll be right back with em. Hurry up and get dressed. It’s almost seven now.”
She ran from the room and Kresley heard the bells on the diner door close as Bonnie ran down the street to her house. Kresley held up the first dress again and took a deep breath. If that was what Frankie liked, then she would do that for him. Only for him. She slipped the dress on over her head and stared at herself in the mirror as she fixed her hair in a sleek blonde bun. Once her makeup was applied and her pantyhose straightened she took another look in the mirror. Oh yes, Frankie would be pleased. She wasn’t Kresley Cartwright from Georgia anymore. She was someone new who pushed the boundaries and loved attention. She got the feeling she would be getting a lot of both that night.
Bonnie ran in behind her, out of breath and holding a pair of black lace up shoes with long cords. They dropped to the floor as she covered her mouth and gasped, “Il mio Dio!” As Kresley turned to face her she began to laugh. “My God, child, you look nothin like the girl who came in here the other night. Just look at ya,” she admired. “I sure hope Frankie’s sittin down when you walk in.”
Kresley shook it off, “There will be other girls dressed just like me, just like you said.”
Bonnie smiled, “Honey, nobody looks exactly like you. Kid’s gonna need quite the napkin to cover his lap tonight.”
Kresley’s eyes widened as she laughed, “Bonnie!”
“Tell me I’m wrong,” she giggled. “I dare ya.”
Kresley looked in the mirror again. She couldn’t believe how different she looked. She was actually somewhat stunning. “Well I’ll be sure to bring him one at the beginning of the night then,” she smiled.
“That’s the spirit, honey,” Bonnie laughed. “Now let me lace you up the back and you get your shoes on. It’s about time for you to go. No sense in bein late.”
Once dressed, Bonnie ushered her up to the front of the diner where Kresley kept her coat pulled tightly around her. It was little comfort realizing how much longer her coat was than her dress. People were staring like they knew what she had on underneath. She sat down at the counter and stared at herself in the mirror behind it. As the clock chirped seven she wasn’t sure she could do this anymore.
Bonnie rushed to her side, “Honey are you okay? Ya look like ya gonna be sick.”
Kresley thought it was a distinct possibility now that it had been mentioned. “I’m not going,” she said jumping off the stool.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Bonnie cautioned. “Slow down. You’re gonna be fine. It’s just nerves is all. Have a drink,” she said, grabbing a bottle from under the counter.
Kresley had never been much of a hard drinker. She preferred fruity wines and light ales. That night though she didn’t care what it was so long as it made her stop shaking. She tossed the shot back and felt the burn against her throat. Kresley could actually feel it travel down and through her body, warming a path in its wake.
“Smooth,” she choked.
Bonnie laughed. “It’s whiskey and an acquired taste.” She smiled, “It’s Frankie’s favorite.”
Kresley felt warm all over and a touch dizzy as she smiled. Frankie’s favorite. If he kissed her tonight, he might still taste it on her. She liked the thought of that. She could do this. Of course she was doing this. Frankie was waiting for her. She would not disappoint him.
She sat down in a booth by the counter and crossed her legs staring at the corded laces that wrapped upwards across her calves. They were beautiful.
Bonnie watched her with a smile. “They were a gift from my late husband. Those shoes have seen some dance floors, let me tell ya,” she laughed.
“They’re so important to you,” she said feeling guilty. “I could wear something else,” she offered.
“You will not,” she scolded lightly. “It’s about time they saw somethin other than the inside of my closet. And they look fantastic on ya. You’ll wear them and you’ll have the time of your life. That’ll make me proud.”
A car horn honked outside and a nervous young man, not much older than her, ran through the front door. He was wearing a black pinstripe suit with a white tie and his trench coat was flying behind him as he rushed in. Just under his black hat with its white band wrapped around it Kresley could make out slight strips of hair that came down on the sides by his ears like nothing she had ever seen.
“Miss Cartwright,” he panted. “I’m Brian. Brian Schechter. I’m here to take you to the house. I’m so sorry I’m late. I’m never late!” he said in a fluster. “May I escort you?” he asked hurriedly.
Bonnie laughed, “Hello Brian.”
Brian removed his hat and slicked back his short hair. “Maam, hello. I didn’t even see you there. How are you this evening?”
“I’m good, thank ya.” She smiled at Kresley. “Go on. Have a good time tonight.” Kresley nodded nervously and followed Brian as he held the door for her. Bonnie came running out behind them. “Don’t forget the dress!” She handed Brian the garment bag and gave Kresley a motherly hug. “The second half of your night awaits,” she smiled.
“Thank you,” Kresley said with relief. She had run out so quickly she had almost forgotten it again.
“I want to hear all about it tomorrow,” she smiled.
“Tonight,” she corrected.
“Tomorrow,” Bonnie nodded. “My boys don’t keep regular hours. I’ll see you tomorrow.” As Brian closed the door on Kresley she said to him, “And you drive safe. Watch them lights. I don’t care how late ya are.”
“Yes maam,” he nodded, tipping his hat. “G’night.”
As Brian drove them through the city streets he seemed to be sweating. Kresley asked, “Do you think we’ll make it?”
Brian kept his eyes on the road. “We’ll make it by a hair I think. I’m so sorry. I’m never late,” he repeated. “So stupid,” he scolded himself.
His nervousness was doing nothing for her own nerves. “You can tell Frankie it was my fault,” she offered. “We’ll say I was running late from getting ready.”
Brian’s wide eyes caught her in the rear view mirror. “I absolutely can not. No way! I couldn’t let ya do that for me,” he insisted.
“It’s alright,” she said, sitting back and enjoying the whiskey’s effects. “He dropped me off late from our day. He’ll understand.”
Brian was in disbelief. “You’re really somethin,” he said gratefully. “That’s awful nice of ya.”
“It’s nothing,” she smiled warmly.
“It’s everything to me,” he said softly. ”Thanks a million. Really.”
They rode the rest of the way in silence and as they slowed, Kresley stared up at the looming estate they approached. After weaving through the woods and up the hill they had finally reached the top. The house was enormous. There were white columns lining the front steps and every story-high window was lit with a candle inside in front of red drapes. Cars filled the lit circular driveway, as they pulled in, like a showcase of automobile runway. Brian held the door for her and helped her out, carrying her garment bag behind her as another young man stepped into the driver’s seat and took the car away to park. Kresley followed Brian up to the door which had a fresh green wreath hanging on it. His knuckles knocked a rhythm against the hard wood and it opened immediately letting out a warm rush of air and loud music carried on laughter.
“You’re late,” said the heavyset man at the door with a scowl.
Brian bit his lip as Kresley answered for him. “It’s my fault. I’m so sorry. I had trouble figuring out the costume.”
The man looked her up and down as she opened her coat and smiled. “Looks like you got it eventually. Help goes in through the side door,” he said.
Brian interjected, “No, Tommy. She’s only helpin out. Frankie asked her to come. This is Kresley Cartwright.”
“Ms. Cartwright,” he said with recognition. “Of course, how rude of me. My apologies. Please come in.”
He ushered her in the door where she drank in the scene. There were men in suits everywhere she looked with either a girl or a drink in their hands. The décor was sophisticated and well preserved. Everything looked new and beautiful and she wondered how long they had lived there. The tall staircase led up the center of the room in the distance to an overlooking balcony from the second floor. It was the grandest room she had ever seen outside of the movies. A Christmas tree stood tall and proud off to the side of the staircase in what looked too fancy to be a living room. It had all the trimmings and was aglow with lights. There must have been twenty presents under the tree! Everything was decked out, carefully cared for and very expensive. It was as if the Depression had ended at the front door and the twenties were back in full swing inside.
Kresley felt her coat slide off her shoulders and turned to find Brian behind her with a grateful smile. “I’ll take this for you and hang your dress upstairs.” He smiled, “In Frankie’s room.”
Kresley nodded appreciatively. “Thank you, Mr. Schechter.”
He laughed, “Please, Brian,” he insisted. “I want every beautiful girl in the world to know me by name,” he grinned.
She laughed, “Thank you, Brian.”
As Tommy escorted her towards a long hallway, Kresley was thankful to see other waitresses in the same outfit. She couldn’t find Frankie anywhere though. There were so many people, she wasn’t sure she would find him at all.
Tommy walked beside her even though he was leading the way. “I’m Tommy Delfino,” he smiled, his rotund belly shaking as he laughed. “Everybody calls me Tommy D. or Fino. You’re only workin an hour or two tops,” he assured her. “I’m under strict orders to stop the clock after that so’s you can enjoy yourself.” He continued the way down the never ending hallway to the kitchen. “I don’t even know why he’s havin ya work at all, to be honest. If ya ask me, it’s a man thing. Make sure a girl can serve before she can hang on ya arm.”
“Good thing nobody asked you,” Mikey said as he stepped out of the kitchen. He was dashing in his black suit, red silk tie and matching fanned handkerchief.
Tommy nodded. “Right.” He turned to Kresley and handed her a tray of champagne off one of the counters as chefs and waitresses bustled about. “Here ya go then. And off ya go,” he smiled.
Kresley smiled, “Thank you, Fino.” As she got in line to leave the kitchen she heard them talking behind her.
“My name sounds good on her lips, don’t ya think?” Tommy teased.
“Sure,” Mikey said sounding bored. “Just remember those lips are spoken for, yeah?”
“Course, Mikey. Course,” he agreed respectfully.
Kresley walked out into the main room with her tray poised high in the air, hoping her liquid confidence didn’t affect her balance. Everyone was smiling and laughing and having a good time. She served the drinks and appetizers and listened to the mix of languages across the room. Some spoke only in Italian, others Sicilian. Some men asked their questions in Italian while others answered in English, obviously understanding both. It was a romantic sound, hearing so many dialects and soft curving words as they flowed between conversations.
Kresley had completely forgotten about the skin she was exposing until she felt a hand at the small of her waist and jumped so high that her tray left her hands. A swift wrist caught it midair and luckily nothing had been balanced on it. She turned to see Frankie smiling at her, his hair slicked back and his green eyes focused on her. He was dressed to the nines in a matching suit like Mikey’s.
“You scared me half to death,” she smiled, catching her breath.
Frankie grinned, “Lucky for me you have another half.” He took her hand and stepped back, giving her a spin so he could admire her. “You look quite the part,” he smiled.
“Thank you, sir,” she said with a flamboyant curtsey.
“No, thank you, Kresley. Thank you for coming and thank you again for staying. I know our parties aren’t exactly standard social but I was afraid if I tipped you off you might say no.”
She didn’t want to tell him he was right. “I would have still come,” she said politely.
Frank nodded. “A rare bird indeed then. Thank you all the same.”
“You have a beautiful home,” she said looking around. “How many of you live here?”
“A few,” he said making sure everything was in place and everyone was having a good time. “The Way boys, Ray and soon to be Bob again.”
“Again?” she asked.
“He’s been away for a while but this is his welcome home party. He should be here in about an hour. Why don’t I take this for you,” he said holding up the tray, “And you go upstairs and become my guest.”
“If you’re sure you don’t need me,” Kresley said.
Frank leaned in close to her, “Oh I need you, darlin.” He smiled, “Right here on my arm. Don’t be long.”
She tried not to fly up the stairs in her hurry. When she reached the top, she realized she had no idea where she was going. There were doors on both sides of each hallway to the left and the right and they were all closed. She started off down to the left and a powder room door opened releasing a flush of girls into the hallway. They were all dressed in fringe and glittering threads. They had more charms than a jewelry store and they positively glowed in the candlelight that lined the hallway with sconces. Each had a palette of makeup and some kind of headpiece to match their dress and they all stopped when they saw her.
“Oh my Gawd,” said the girl with the pale scarf over her head. “Are you Frankie’s girl?”
Hmm…how to answer to that. Kresley swallowed, “I’m not sure yet.”
The girls all laughed and she continued, “Are you the sweetest?” She took her hand like they were old friends. “Where’s your dress honey? You can’t wear that thing another second.”
Kresley looked down embarrassed. “I had to work the beginning of the party.”
She smiled warmly, her thick Italian Jersey accent coming out, “Don’t ya worry ‘bout a thing. That’s standard introduction round here. We all did it, didn’t we girls.” All the girls nodded, laughing and thinking back to what appeared to be old times. “I’m Gigi. Short for Angela and since I’m the second Angie round here and Gawd forbid we can’t have two so I became Gigi and it stuck,” she rambled. “This is Nicole and Marianna and that’s Anna.” They all said hello and made her feel at ease. “You lookin for Frankie’s room?” she asked.
Kresley nodded, “Yes. Thank you.” It didn’t hit her until a moment later that this girl knew exactly where Frankie’s room was. Why? As if to answer her question, Gigi was off again.
“Don’t mind us, darlin. We know this place and everybody in it on account of growing up together. As lazy boys will do, they decided not to leave the neighborhood lookin for girls so here we still are,” she laughed.
Kresley nodded, “So you’re dating them?”
Gigi smiled, “Mikey’s mine.”
Nicole opened the door to a large room and stepped inside turning on the light. “I’m all Ray’s.”
Marianna sat down on the bed with both hands down her dress fixing her bra. Without looking up she offered, “I’m Bobby’s girl and he betta get here soon cuz it’s been too damn long.” Her tight blonde curls bounced when she talked and freckles dotted her rosy cheeks. She seemed to be the only one who wasn’t Italian.
“I’m Anna,” said the last girl, stepping forward. She didn’t smile but she didn’t seem upset either. Cautious maybe.
“You must be with Gerard,” she said through process of elimination.
“Sometimes,” Anna nodded with a smile. Her fiery red hair was straight and long and she had a beaded necklace draped across her forehead like Cleopatra. Her make up was thick even though she obviously didn’t need any at all considering how beautiful she was. “So I guess that makes you Frankie’s girl.”
Kresley cleared her throat. “Um, maybe. We just met. So I’m not really sure.”
Anna smiled slowly, “You will be soon.”
“Which? His, or sure?” she asked.
“Oh my Gawd,” Gigi smiled. “She really is the sweetest. I like her. Where’re you from anyways?”
“Georgia,” she said softly, looking around the room. The walls were a deep dark green that in the shadow of the room almost appeared black. There were pictures all along the walls of friends and family, both of which he had many. The king-sized bed Marianna had made herself comfortable on had a royal blue comforter with black satin sheets folding over the top by the matching pillows. She wandered over past the cedar chest at the foot of the bed and stood by the balcony windows peering through the white sheer curtains at the cars down below. There were drivers huddled together, drinking and smoking and they didn’t seem to mind the cold at all. She wondered if Brian was one of them. She hadn’t met anyone yet who could make her as nervous as he had been. Although changing in front of the girls she had just met was going to be a challenge.
“Georgia?” Nicole said. “You’re a long way from home, honey. Whatta ya doin here?”
Kresley turned back to them. “Starting over,” she said confidently.
“I hear that,” nodded Marianna. “I’ve completely reinvented myself for Bobby’s homecoming. He’s not gonna know what hit him,” she smiled.
Kresley found her garment bag on the back of one of the closet doors and unzipped it. “I heard he’s been away,” she nodded. “Is he a soldier?”
The girls all laughed in unison; even Anna. Marianna almost choked. “A soldier? Oh wait,” she said calming herself. “I don’t think soldier in Georgia means what it means here,” she said to the other girls. She rolled over on the bed so she was on her stomach as she propped herself up to face Kresley. “Ya ever heard of Bob ‘the Brut
Force’ Bryar?” Kresley shook her head. “Well, you will. For now, all you need to know is he’s comin home,” she smiled.
“Oh,” Kresley said softly. “Well I’m glad then.”
“Ain’t we all,” Marianna smiled. “Good times ahead, that’s what I say. Now lets see that dress.”
Kresley took it out and held it up as they all gushed over it. She was thankful they approved. The girls were nice but, as an outsider, she wanted their approval. She wanted to fit in with them.
“That Frankie’s always had impeccable taste,” Nicole nodded. “You’re gonna be stunning in that. Hurry now,” she urged. “There’s a party waitin downstairs and you have an entrance to make. I can’t wait to see his face when you walk down those stairs. Boy’s gonna fall ova,” she smiled.
Anna stepped in behind her and unlaced the bustier for her. She was much calmer than the other girls. Everything about her seemed…deliberate. Kresley couldn’t figure out if the girl liked her or not. Maybe she was trying to figure Kresley out as much as she was. She changed quickly and Anna took her hair down for her.
“Frankie likes it long,” she said, looking over Kresley’s shoulder in the mirror. “You’ll stop traffic,” she quietly assured.
“Thank you,” Kresley said with a smile. “I suppose I’m ready then.”
“Well then let’s go,” Anna smiled, taking her hand and leading them all back out of Frankie’s room.
They all stopped at the top of the stairs as the crowd below turned to look. Anna smiled at her and they descended the staircase with all eyes on them. Kresley found Frankie’s eyes and locked in on them hoping that with Anna at her side she wouldn’t trip. She had never seen him smile so big. He seemed overjoyed.
When she reached the bottom stair, Frankie lifted her up and spun her around in the air before putting her back upright. He leaned into her ear. “Tu porta via il mio respire,” he whispered.
Kresley blushed at both the beautiful dialect of his Italian and the heat of his breath on her ear. “I don’t know what that means,” she said softly.
He stayed close in her ear. “You take my breath away,” he whispered before kissing her cheek.
Kresley wondered why she had ever been nervous in the first place. This was Frankie; sweet, respectful and by her side. She smiled at him and he whisked her around the room making introductions to people whose names she would never be able to remember. They were all nice and happy to meet her and she was having such a wonderful time.
Frankie held her close to his side like he was afraid she might fall if he let go and proudly made sure everyone knew she was with him.
“There’s someone very important I’d like you meet,” he smiled as they approached a heavyset man with dark eyes and a soft smile. “Don Cappa,” he smiled.
The man smiled brightly. “Frankie!” his thick accent dripped as he took both Frank’s cheeks in his pudgy hands and kissed them. “È buono vederla.”
Frank smiled, “It’s good to see you too, sir. I’d like you to meet Kresley Cartwright. Kresley, this is Mickey Cappabianco.”
He extended his hand and kissed the top of her hand. “È molto piacevole per incontrare una ragazza così bella.”
She looked to Frank who translated for her. “He says it’s very nice to meet such a beautiful girl.”
Kresley smiled and offered the only Italian she knew, “Grazi. Scuzi, non parlo Italiano.”
The man’s eyes lit up with happiness. “Ahh!” he laughed. “Una donna del mio proprio cuore!” He pulled her in and gave her a hearty hug.
Frank was beaming. He leaned into her, “He says you’re a woman after his own heart. He appreciates what you know. That was excellent,” he said, impressed and proud.
Mickey Cappabianco smiled, “Dove lei l'ha trovata?”
Frank laughed, “He wants to know where I found you.” He smiled at Mickey, “Bonnie’s. She’s helping her out but I’m thinking of stealing her away. Should I be selfish?” he joked.
“Le mie benedizioni per tu entrambi,” he grinned taking Frankie’s chin and giving his cheek a soft slap.
Frank nodded, “Grazie, Don Cappa.” He looked at Kresley seeing as how she was utterly lost. “He gives us his blessing,” he smiled. “Now all I need is yours.”
Kresley couldn’t stop smiling. “It’s still early,” she said coyly. “And I haven’t met everyone yet.”
Frank almost fell over laughing. “She’s gonna give me a hard time, this one,” he said to Mickey. “I love it.”
Mickey smiled and took her hand kissing it again, “Scusa, scusa.” He turned back to Frankie. “Abbiamo degli affari per discutere in privato.”
A voice came from behind her, “That means they have business to discuss in private.” Kresley turned to find Mikey behind her. “Go,” he said to them. “She’s in good hands.”
“Si, si,” Mickey nodded. “Buona sera.”
“Good evening,” Mikey nodded. As they walked away Mikey slipped his arm around her waist and escorted her over to a waitress holding a tray of champagne. The girl took a double take realizing she had been working with Kresley earlier that night and looked away with slight annoyance. Mikey took two drinks and handed one to Kresley. “Making friends and enemies tonight I see,” he smiled.
Kresley took the drink, “I didn’t mean to.”
Mikey laughed. “Course ya didn’t, hun. This room is divided into many sides, Kresley. You can’t take a step without crossing over onto one. It comes with the territory.” He scanned the room. “Are you havin a good time?”
“Yes,” she smiled. “Thank you so much for having me.”
“You’re quite welcome, Kresley,” he smiled. His caramel eyes sparkled against his grin. “Everyone’s quite impressed with you. Including Don Cappa. And that impresses me,” he smiled.
“Don,” she repeated. “I thought his name was Mickey.”
Mikey nearly choked on his champagne. “Shh, no sweetheart. You don’t ever call him that. Don Cappabianco is fine. He’s only Don Cappa to us and I don’t even think his own mother called him Mickey,” he whispered. “God rest her soul,” he said, making the sign of the cross. “You have so much to learn,” he smiled. “Just take it slow and don’t ask any questions. You’ll learn things on a need to know basis. You okay with that?” he asked.
Kresley nodded. She would have to be. He left little room for discussion. A short while later Frank reappeared and took his place by her side with a warm arm around her. They joined different circles throughout the night mingling and laughing at stories.
One man joined their group of five and held his hand out to her. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Nicky Collucci,” he smiled. His drawn face was round and red with the blush of liquor. She shook his hand as Frank made an introduction. The man laughed, “Frankie Knuckles, it’s been too long. How are ya?” he said extending his hand.
Frank shook his head, “Keep it for family, Nicky. We’re amongst friends tonight,” he said lightly but with a slight tone Kresley couldn’t place. She couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to be called knuckles in a flattering way though so she understood that part. She just wondered about the story behind it.
“Of course,” Nicky apologized. “My mannas. Eh, when’s Bobby gettin here?” He turned to one of the other gentlemen. “You imagine gettin pinched for a nickel and then takin your time to get back to reality?” he laughed. Apparently his jokes were only funny to him because no one laughed. Actually, they looked at Kresley.
Frank smiled at him but took him by the shoulder with a tight grip. “You believe this guy?” he said to the others, laughing. “He’s a fuckin acrobat to get his foot all the way up into his mouth.” Everyone laughed and Nicky just shrugged. He didn’t say anything back though.
Frank continued the story he had started before Nicky came over and finished with everyone rolling in laughter. He delivered the punchline with excited vigor, “And he says ‘I thought I just did!’” Everyone laughed and Kresley was having such a good time. Frankie was the life of the party in every circle, waving his hands about as he charmed them all with his storytelling.
“I adore how animated you are,” Kresley laughed. Frankie shrugged bashfully and pulled her closer.
Nicky took another swig of his drink and laughed, “That’s cuz Frankie’s so little from being a sick kid. He makes up for his height with wide, movin hands to make himself look bigga!” he bellowed.
The laughter slowed quickly and came to an abrupt halt as everyone turned to Frank. He wasn’t laughing. But there was a strange smile on his face.
The man instantly began back peddling. “Naw, Frankie. I’m playin. You know me. Never know when to shut my mouth. It was just a joke,” he said worriedly wringing his hands and trying to smile apologetically.
Frank nodded, “I like jokes.”
“C’mon, Frankie. I’m sorry.” He clearly meant it.
“No, it was a good one,” Frankie nodded, still holding up that odd smile. “Had all my friends laughin at that one. Good one. Why you don’t take a walk with me and I’ll tell you a joke,” he said, his smile growing.
The man was visibly nervous now. “C’mon. I said I’m sorry. I was just playin. I’m always playin. Maybe I play too much,” he said shrugging his hands and wiping the sweat from his balding head.
Frank’s face said it was fine but the tone underneath it was one only he was excited about. “No, come on. I got a good joke for you, Nicky. Come on,” he said, swinging his arm over Nicky’s shoulder despite their slight height difference. He was pulling him towards the hallway. “It’s an inside joke. It’s got a great punchline. I don’t want you to miss it.” His smile was light but as he pulled Nicky away from them, it was clear it was all for show. Two suits followed him down the hall as they all disappeared. Fifteen minutes later, three men returned to the party. Nicky Collucci was not one of them.
Frank left her side a few times during the night for unexplained reasons. One minute he was right there with her and the next he was excusing himself behind closed doors. Everyone wanted a piece of his time and he felt more and more guilty about it each time he had to step away. But each time he had to go, someone else stepped in to take his place. It was as if he had stand-ins for his company so she would never have to be alone; or so she couldn’t be alone; Kresley wasn’t sure.
It was almost midnight and Kresley still hadn’t met Ray, Bob or Gerard. She scanned the room looking for the girls and found them scattered about in different circles. She decided to step out to the powder room and leave Frank’s side herself for once.
“Anna will go with you,” Frank nodded, signaling her over.
“No, really. It’s okay,” she said.
“No,” Frank shook his head. “Anna looked like she needed an out from talkin to Jude Devereux anyway. They used to go out and he never leaves alone now. Gerard sees that he’ll flip his shit.” He lowered his eyes, “Excuse my language.”
Kresley smiled. “You don’t have to excuse yourself around me, Frankie. You only have to be who you are.”
Frank beamed at her as Anna came to their side. “Thank you,” she gushed. “I thought I was never gettin outta there,” she laughed.
Frank nodded, “I know that look. Kresley’s off to the powder room if you want to do the girl thing and go together. Why you all do it I’ll never understand,” he said shaking his head. Anna took her hand and Frank took Kresley’s other hand pulling her back to him. “Knock me one before you go, sugar,” he grinned, holding out his cheek. Kresley kissed his cheek and he pretended to fall over as he grinned and watched her go.
Anna led Kresley to the main floor powder room which was almost as big as her room at the diner. It had large mirrors and peach walls with shells and starfish on the long sink counter. She touched up her hair and saw Anna watching her from behind.
“Are you having a good time, Kresley?” she asked.
“Yes, I am. Thank you.”
“I can see what Frankie sees in you,” she grinned. “You’re very beautiful,” she said with a slow smile.
Kresley was embarrassed. She had nothing on the siren beside her. “I’d rather look like you,” she said.
Anna laughed, “And modest to boot. Aren’t you a trip. Tell you what. Tomorrow you should come out with me and the girls. I get the feeling we’re gonna be seein a lot of each other anyways,” she smiled.
“I’d love to but I think I have to work,” she said disappointedly.
Anna smirked, “Work? You’re on Frankie Time now, honey. You see any clocks in this joint?”
Kresley hadn’t really thought about it. She really only had her watch. “No.”
“That’s because these boys tell the sun when to rise and set. You don’t have a schedule anymore and you can be damn glad of it. If you want to go with us, Frankie’ll make it happen for ya. But it’s up to you,” she shrugged. “All you gotta do is ask.” There was a loud roar of excitement outside and Anna smiled. “Bobby’s back. And Gerard and Ray are with him. Are you ready to meet the rest of the family?” Kresley nodded. “Who knows, cookie,” she smiled. “Someday they might be yours.”
Kresley didn’t know if Anna was really friendly or had simply had too much to drink. She and Frankie had only met a few days before. It was absurd to think about such things. As Anna handed her another drink, Kresley found herself wanting to believe her though. She liked the people she had met and she hoped to see a lot more of them. She was becoming someone. She could feel it. And it was all because of Frankie. She took a deep breath and followed Anna back out into the cheering crowd to meet Frankie’s closest friends. She just hoped they like her too.
Tell me what you think!! Hopefully my Italian is more accurate than rough. This is only the party intermission kids. At 18 pages I draw the line. Lol I’ll write more soon and I hope you’ll stay for the rest of the party. Grab a drink. Enjoy yourselves. What happens after midnight is how the party really starts…xoxo Harley
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