Micro Monday: "Still Golden"
Frankie didn’t want Molly hustling drinks like she did on Division Street. Too many of those guys had dirty ideas about what a hostess was expected to do.
She had gotten the monkey off his back, so keeping her away from the dives was the least he could do for her. Whatever she might have done to get by in Chicago was all in the past, all of it behind them. He wanted to only look ahead, to start new.
“Frankie,” he had answered the steerer at the door. “Frankie Ma-...Mankowski.”
He caught himself just in time.