Sorry! I had some tech issues this week and could not post. But here I am making up for it!
Well, it seems our handsome young Frenchman is a bit betwixt and between about his money and the women in his life. Read on.
Money, Money, Money
His new bar “Sweet Vermouth”, is doing fine. His position at Martin Transport is secure and becoming more profitable and interesting every day. In fact, he’s making more money than he thought possible. But with that is a responsibility Frankie did not anticipate. Should he keep his money in (what he considered to be) an unreliable New York bank? Or, should he ship it home to France so his parents could watch over it for him. Decisions, decisions. For now, thousands, nay, tens of thousands of U.S. dollars were stashed away in his mattress, traveling trunk, and other cupboards in his flat. Was it just a matter of time until he came home after washing down dinner with a couple bottles of wine only to find that his fortune was gone? Was anyone really watching him that closely?
Here Comes Trouble
One problem in Frankie’s love life stood out over the rest. Her name was Nora Wells. He had heard of her once on a train ride to Philadelphia, but was still not prepared for the sheer power the lady had over men. And at an age when much of the world considered a lady past-past her prime. But not Nora. She still had that je ne sais quoi that delighted any Frenchman. In particular a full-blooded 21 year-old! But would Nora take such a young man seriously? Would she even give him an honest chance? Furthermore, would Frankie want a woman who could probably not give him a child? Oh, and there was one other complication. Frankie was in love with Nora.
Then there was Charlene. A call-girl who did not like to admit she could be had for a price, Charlene liked straight whiskey, as much champagne as a man could afford, chocolate, and, of course, sparkling diamonds and emeralds. Though she had never had money of her own since her family were basically beggars in the least desirable section of Manhattan, Charlene had the ability to bamboozle anyone with dignified airs and a perfect way of turning up her nose at the slightest inconvenience. Frankie liked her. She was attractive, though not technically pretty, plump without being overweight, and could wear the most expensive clothing as thought she was born to it. Charlene’s ability to size up a room, and not let a single detail or conversation go unnoticed was an invaluable trait, as well. Add to all of that she was young, only 19, and could give him all the children he wanted. But sometimes the whiskey brought out the gutter in Charlene. Clearly she was not without her own problems.