Johnny Smiles
I was hard at work estimating a new addition to an elementary school when Bugs called. The connection was piss-poor, and I found myself yelling so he could hear me. “Bugs, where are you?”
“I had to take the Commodore Barry Bridge,” Bugs said. “Bad accident on the turnpike. Traffic was backed up for miles.”
“Good, you’ll be in time for lunch. Want to meet at Casapulla’s?”
“Of course I do. And I have Alex with me. He’s never had a sub, at least, not a good one, so he’s in for a treat. See you around 1:00. How’s that?”
“Perfect,” I said. “See you then.”
In total, it took Frankie almost three hours to get to Wilmington. He exited the freeway on Delaware Avenue, and drove west, until he turned onto Union Street. At 6th Street, he stopped and picked up some baked goods.
“Wha
