Chapter 13: What’s in a Name?CHAPTER 13
WHAT’S IN A NAME?
Brooklyn—Current Day
Frankie drove home with the heater cranked up to 75. He circled the block looking for a parking spot, then saw Keisha and Alex playing step ball. He picked up energy drinks and beef jerky, which Keisha loved, then came around again. On this pass, Alex flagged him down. Frankie lowered the window. “What’s up?”
Alex pointed to construction cones blocking part of the street next to the curb. “Saved you one, FD. Figured that might be worth something on a day like this, knowing how you hate the cold and all.”
Frankie laughed as Alex cleared his spot. The kids called him FD. He didn’t know if it stood for his initials or “fuckin’ d**k” but he didn’t care; they said it with respect.
“Who’s got five for old FD?” F
