I got a phone call that Frank wanted to see me at the hall at about three that afternoon. I called back, asking if I could stop by after work. “No,” he said. I needed to be there at that time.
I hadn’t seen Sondra since that night a couple of months ago. I didn’t know what to expect. I was hoping that there wouldn’t be any kind of confrontation. As I walked across the foyer, headed for Frank’s office, she looked up, smiled and said, “Hello, Jesse.”
I didn’t stop. I just answered, “Hi.”
Frank was seated behind his desk, Sal and John on either side.
“Jesse, come in, take a seat.” Frank motioned to a chair. “Thanks, Sondra, and no more phone calls, okay? You can light up if you want?”
“Thanks, Frank,” I said, lighting up a Salem. “What’s up?”
“It’s after hours, Flacco, so just call me C
