Emily D'Amico's Memoir chapter 1 It was May 1988 I was only 12 years old my father had moved to his apartment in College Point where he had met my Mother. I stepped outside I saw a young boy wearing a gray t shirt ripped jeans high tops and his brown hair tied in a ponytail. This is where I met my now husband Frankie. Hi what is your name? I asked what do you want? He asked in a tough Italian American voice. I'm sorry I just wanted to know your name, I said. It's Frankie D'Amico, I haven't seen you in the neighborhood so I was watching my back, he said. Well my Dad just moved here and my Grandma lives next door, I pointed to the 2 houses. I live down in the Bronx, Frankie said. Why are you here in College point then, I asked. I like crossing the White Stone bridge, when I am bore, he said. But don't you think someone will kidnap you, mug you? I asked. Don't worry I'm descended from Mobsters so I know how to protect myself, he said. Well I really live on Long Island with my mom, I said. Oh so I won't see you that much, he said. Don't worry I come here every other weekend, I said. I came the next week to College Point Frankie was waiting for me and he was not alone he brought along a friend.