He cleaned up the blood and broken glass, and was more than normally alert when he went out in the parking lot to start making his pickups. When he got back with his first customer, Mike was waiting for him, laughing. “Don’t you ever fucking lecture me about my temper again.” “The blood came out of the carpet okay.” Mike looked at Frank, then grabbed him by the cheeks and said, “I love you. I just fucking love you, all right?” He turned to the whole bar. “I just love this fucking guy!”
