Another Phone Call
Lou picked up on the third ring. “What’s up, Frankie?”
“Not a damn thing. I was hoping you’d tell me.”
“I’ve been on a diet,” Lou said. “Lost fifteen pounds since you’ve been gone. Other than that, nothing since we talked last time, and you gave me such wonderful advice.”
“Goddamn!” Frankie said. “That’s fantastic about the weight. What are you down to?”
“One eighty-two. I’ve only got twelve pounds to go.”
“s**t, that’s great, Lou. I remember when we first met, you were almost three hundred.”
“Thanks for the memories, prick. That was the worst time in my life. Next time, let’s talk about the day my father died. We can both have a laugh.”
Frankie laughed. “You’ll get over it.”
“f**k you,” Lou said. “You’re nothin’ but an Irish Catholic prick.”
“And you’re not Ca
