Chapter 5Alone. A simple word, five letters, but with so much meaning, so much emptiness. Some people embraced it while others were forced to endure it. Not one of the friendliest words Webster had on offer. As Friday night approached, Jimmy couldn’t help but remember that conversation he’d had with Frisano. A similar connect could be made for what he’d learned the other day from tonight’s dinner guest.
Seven o’clock on a Friday night, the restaurant was hopping. A quiet French bistro named Saju on West 44th Street. Jimmy had been here before. The hit show across the street at the famed Belasco Theatre was drawing crowds, and as such, pre- and post-show folks were flocking here. They’d managed to secure a table in the front, where across the street they could see the lights of the marquee
