“What do people call you now, Franny?” he asked.
“Fran, Francesca.” I shrugged. “Mostly Francesca in New York, mostly Fran here. Just depends on who’s doing the calling.”
“I see,” he said.
“Everyone calls you Matt now, huh?”
I smiled. “We’ll see. We’re not five years old anymore. But you’re welcome to keep calling me Franny.”
“Will do, Franny,” he replied.
I chuckled softly. “I guess I’d better get going then.”
“See you.”
Matty walked me to the door. I headed off to my house and my bed, which I knew I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep in because of thoughts of my mother and Mr. Cardosi.
Cappuccinos, Cupcakes, and a Corpse is available everywhere.