He put his key in the door unlocking it to allow her to walk in.
Bosco smiled watching Starr "waddle" into his apartment. "I tol' you my
mother would love you." Bosco spoke.
"She was awfully exuberant." Starr said. "She kept rubbin' my belly like I was some shorta magic troll doll." She laughed. Starr stopped and looked around Bosco's apartment. There were clothes all over the floor, dishes piled up in the sink, and it smelled kind of musty.
"I haven't been here in awhile. I've been staying at my Ma's." Said Bosco. "The place is really a mess, my interior decorator has been out of town." He told her hoping for a laugh.
She did laugh, but not too much. "It's okay. I understand." She said looking around. It was small, but still bigger then her place. From the looks of the decorations it was definitely a bachelor pad.
"Follow me." Bosco said with a small smile. "I'll show you my room." He led Starr about five feet and pointed to a single room. There was a bed, a dresser, a closet, a chair, a TV, and dirty clothes. "That's my room!" He said like a small child. "I know it's a mess too."
"It's okay, don' worry." Starr said softly. "Really it's not that big of a deal." Said Starr as she watched Bosco feverishly clean up his room, stuffing clothes into various drawers. Throwing some into a laundry basket. Surprise, surprise he actually had one. "Mo!" Starr said. "Mo! Stop it's okay, you don' haveta do all this. Lettin' me stay with you is more then enough."
A pair of navy blue boxers with red stripes in hand. Bosco stopped and turned to her. "But I'm embarrassed. It's a mess, I want you to feel comfortable." He told her tossing the boxers into the laundry basket.
A small chuckle escaped her lips. "Look, you're single guy I wasn't exceptin' the place to be immaculate or anythin'. Really it jus' fine. Stop you don' need to bust out the whole spring cleanin' thin' 'cause of me. It's fine. The rooms fine Mo." Starr reassured him.
He let out a defeated sigh looking around his room once more. "Can I at least put some clean sheets on for ya?" Bosco asked.
She rolled her eyes and smiled. "You can do that." Said Starr as she waddled to the couch and sat down. Her feet were killing her.
Bosco quickly stripped the sheets off, replacing them with some clean ones then walked into his kitchen. "You thirsty? Can I get you anythin'?" Bosco asked her. "I have diet Pepsi, beer, bottled water an' milk."
"Diet Pepsi." Starr responded.
"One diet Pepsi comin' up." Bosco said.
He walked into the living room sitting down next to her as he handed her the can of soda.
Starr opened it and took a long swing. "God, I'm thirsty." She said wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, then taking another sip.
"You made my Ma happy. Ya know. I mean she really - she didn't want to do this today. The visitations an' all." Bosco said. "Who knew good could come out of this senseless tragedy." Bosco said.
"Well I don' know 'bout it bein' good or anythin'." Said Starr.
"No it is. My Ma's happy that she's havin' a grandchild."
Starr let her shoulders slouch as she frowned. "I don' see how it's good. Mikey's gone. There's nothin' good 'bout that at all." She traced her finger around the edge of the soda can.
"I'm sorry, I really have a big mouth. I tend to say stupid things." Bosco told Starr looking at how sad she was.
She shook her head, then looked up at Bosco. "I miss him, that's all." Starr responded.
"Yeah I know I miss him too." Bosco said standing up and walking over to the window, he stared out. "I didn't really agree with him dealin' you know." Bosco turned facing her. "Goin' clean meant stayin' away from drugs in every shape an' form. If he was in trouble, if he needed money, he could've come to me an' tol' me what was goin' on. I would've helped him."
"Mo," Starr spoke. "Mikey was scared of these guys, he didn't seem to care 'bout himself at the time. He cared 'bout me an' the baby. That was all. I argued with him a dozen times 'bout qutin', 'bout goin' to -you-. It was like talkin' to a wall." Said Starr as she rubbed her belly.
"I jus'- I jus' wish I would've known. Ya know, maybe I could've done somethin' before it was too late." Said Bosco.
"Maybe, or maybe not. What if Mikey was right? What if they would've come afta me? They would've have killed him, me an' the baby. I don' think Mikey wanted that." Starr told Bosco.
Bosco walked to the couch sitting down next to Starr. "I guess." He said softly staring down into his can of soda, it was clear to Starr his mind was elsewhere.
"What's wrong? Well besides the obvious." She said, feeling stupid for asking him the question.
"My dad." Said Bosco. "He left. Like right before the car came crashing in. He said he was taking my Aunt Fran back to the hotel. That she was a wreck. Why couldn't he have jus' given' her cab fare an' let her go on her own?" Bosco asked.
Starr shrugged. "Maybe he was tryin' to be nice to her?"
"Maybe, or maybe..." Bosco shook his head.
"Maybe what?" Starr asked.
"Maybe nothin'. It was his sister, like you said he was bein' nice." Said Bosco. He couldn't help to think that there was more to this then just being nice to his sister. The fact he seemed to leave just moments before the car crashed through the funeral home. The fact that he hired the same lawyer the rest of the deals had, didn't seem to add up. There was something fishy about it all, but Bosco wasn't sure what it was yet.
"You hungry?" Bosco asked looking at her.
"Kinda why? You ain't goin' to try an' cook? Mikey already gave me the heads up on your cookin'." Starr said matter-of-factly.
"My cookin' isn't -that- bad. It jus' needs some work." Bosco said.
"Some work?" Asked him. "Mo, Mikey tol' me one time you quote and quote tried to bake a cake an' use Garlic non-stick spray. Ew."
"Hey it was a matter of not reading' the can. That's all." Bosco said trying to stand up for himself. His cheeks filled with blush.
"Sure, if that helps you sleep at night." Starr snickered.
"Seriously, if you're hungry we can go somewhere. You like Chinese?"
"Sure who doesn't like Chinese?" Starr asked.
Bosco stood up and reached his hand out to help Starr off the couch. "Good, I know this great Chinese place on Canal." He told her.
Starr reached her hand out and put on a fake smile. She really had planned to spend this day alone. Not talking to anyone. But things obviously changed. "How 'bout we go to your Ma's like she asked us." Starr said softly. "I don' think she really wants to be alone."
Bosco chewed on his lip. "She does have a lot of food there." He said thinking it over. "We'll go." He said. "Lemme call her, an' let her know."
Bosco knocked at his mother's door, waiting for her to answer. Bosco cast Starr a glance. "So - uh- how you feelin'?"
She laughed a bit. "Fine Mo." She replied her laugh turning into a face of confusion.
"Jus' makin' sure." He said as his mother opened the door, cupping his face she kissed him. Right away his cheeks filled with blush.
Starr looked over at Bosco and Rose for a moment, and smiled to herself. "Hello again, Mrs. Boscorelli." She said.
"Please dear call me Rose." She said extending her hand and leading Starr into the house. "I warmed up the dish Mrs. Kristen brought bye." Rose told them.
Bosco followed his mother into the house then into the kitchen. "It smells good. Do you know what it is?" Bosco asked his mother.
"Some kind of Shrimp Alfreado dish." Rose said opening the oven and checking it. "What made you two change your mind about coming over?"
"Me." Starr quipped up. "He wanted to go for Chinese, I suggested we come here an' have dinner like you had originally invited us."
"Smart girl, I see why my son loved you. You keep people in line." Rose responded.
Starr shrugged. "I wouldn't know 'bout all that. I jus' thought it was silly to spend money on food, when you had said that you had plenty of it here."
"I have pies comin' out of my." Rose smiled. "You know."
"Pie?" Bosco perked up, his mind had been off in another world until he heard the word pie. "What kind?" he asked going to the refrigerator and opening it up, looking inside.
"Apple, blueberry, Cherry, an' I think peach." Rose told her son.
Starr watched Rose for a few moments. Mikey definitely had her cheeks. "Pie sounds good." She said still watching Rose. Finally after a few minuets of staring Starr broke her gaze and stared down at the floor for a while, her mind on Mikey. It wasn't going to be easy to get over him. It was like she was never going to stop missing him and as much as she seems to love his family; which she did. It only made her miss him more. Between Rose and Bosco, everything they did some how reminded her of Mikey.
"So do you have a name picked out?" Rose asked sipping at a cup of hot coffee Bosco had just poured her.
Starr nodded in reply.
"So?" Bosco asked. "What name do you have picked out?"
"Well." She looked at Rose then at Bosco. "Mikey - Mikey wanted to name him," She nervously bit off a hangnail. "Maurice, after you Mo."
A small smile grew across his lips, when he found out what Mikey wanted to name the baby. "He really wanted to name it after me?" Bosco asked.
Starr nodded. "Yeah, he said there wasn't any other name he'd want the baby to have."
"Poor kid." Bosco said musingly. "Namin' it Maurice."
Rose looked at her son. "Its perfectly good name." She said, turning towards Starr she smiled. "I think it's beautiful."
"I think it's great too, but I was made fun of for that name. Do you really want your grandson bein' made fun of?" Bosco asked.
"Well those kids can come talk to me, if they have a problem with the name." She said in a motherly like tone.
"Oh yea, that'll really work. Buncha 8 year olds knockin' at your door telling' you they think the name Maurice is Gay." Bosco said fishing through the refrigerator again.
"Personally, I like the name." Starr interjected. "That's why I had no problems with it, an' it's what Mikey wanted." Starr said. "Like your mother said, if someone has a problem with my son's name. They can come talk to her or me. I'll make sure they never have a problem again."
"So you really naming' the kid Maurice?" Bosco asked. He was obviously proud by the tone of his voice.
"Yeah Maurice Michael Boscorelli." Starr said. "I know it doesn't have a good ring too it, an' it will probably take him until he's in the 4th grade to learn how to spell. But I want him to have a part of his father, so his middle name is goin' to be Michael."
Rose nodded. "I think it's a great name. A good strong one."
"I better teach him how to fight. He's goin' to need it." Said Bosco.
"Maurice would you knock it off, there is nothin' wrong with the name. Nothing at all." Rose said harshly. "That was your great-grandfathers name, my grandfathers. No one ever picked on him."
"Yeah a 100 years ago I'm sure Maurice was a great name. I'm sure he was down with that name. But it's 2004, it's not "cool" any more." Bosco said.
"Mo, honestly I think it's a good name. I have -no- problems naming' my son Maurice."
"You should wait until he's old enough an' ask him if he's okay with that name." Bosco said sitting down at the table.
"Oh what do suppose I call him until then?" Starr asked crossing her hands over her chest.
"It?" Bosco asked.
Rose gave a slight slug to her son. "I'm not callin' my first grandchild -It-."
Bosco turned to her rubbing his shoulder. "Oh but you'll call it Maurice." he said in a joking tone. His face turned serous. "Okay, honestly I'm actually touched by the idea. Thanks." He said. "Not every man can say their nephew is named after him."
"God son also. Mikey wanted you to be the Godfather." Said Starr. "So will you?"
"Sure of course." Bosco spoke. "Yea."
Rose stood up and walked over to the oven. She slipped on a pair of oven mitts and took out the dish, putting it down on the stovetop.
"Wow it smells even better out of then oven." Said Starr, turning as she heard a knock at the door.
Rose started towards the door.
"I got it Ma." Bosco said kissing her. Once he got to the door, he unlocked it and opened.
"Maurice." The voice said. "Where's your mother?" He asked.
"She's in the kitchen." Bosco replied to his father closing the door behind him. "What are you doin' here? I though you were with Aunt Fran."
"Oh she fell asleep, an' your mother invited me over for dinner." Anthony said hanging his coat up.
Rose walked into the living room once she heard Anthony's voice. "Could you get along for one night Maurice? Please?" Rose asked. "For me?"
He only nodded his head in reply, afraid if he opened his mouth, something would come out that he would regret.
Anthony kissed Rose softly. "What did you make."? He said taking his ex-wife's hand into his, leading her into the kitchen. "It smells good."
"Mrs. Kristen brought it by. Shrimp Alfreado." She said.
Bosco followed close behind them, his stomach turning as his father held is mother's hand. As much as the small boy inside him wanted his family back, he wasn't really ready to accept his mother allowing his father back into her life.
Walking into the kitchen Anthony stopped and looked at Starr. "You are?"
Rose smiled. "Anthony, this is Starr. She is - the mother of our grandson. Mikey was her fiancé."
Anthony released Rose's hand and extended his hand toward Starr, a large smile on his face. "Nice to meet you." He said.
Starr shook his hand smiling back.
"I'm goin'.." He turned to Rose. "We're goin' to be grandparents." He said his voice full of joy.
"We are." Rose replied kissing him softly.
"Well who's hungry?" Bosco asked walking past his mother and father, trying his best to break up the kiss. He really just wasn't ready for it, even if he wanted it. "'Cause I'm starved."
Donald Mann sat in his black limo staring ahead at a man who sat across from them. "So it didn't work. Officers' Cruz, Yokas, and Boscorelli are still alive." He said. His voice was dark and distant. "You said this would work. You promise me if I killed Cruz, that these other two officers would also be killed. The two officers who are to blame in the death of my son."
"Mr. Mann, I honestly had no idea Cruz would make it out, that the man driving the car wouldn't set the bomb off." The nervous voice spoke. "I've - I got the addresses of where the officers are stayin'." The unidentified voice said handing him a paper. "If the original deal, of killing Sergeant Cruz for me still stands. I'll see to it, I'll find a foolproof way for officers Boscorelli an Yokas to mate the same fate as well. I promise you."
"Very well." Mann replied. "You have one more chance, if it doesn't work this time, then you'll be the one who dies." He opened the door. "You call me when you have everything in place."
"Yes sir." He said climbing out the limo.
Mann slammed the door shut and the limo drove off.
"She was awfully exuberant." Starr said. "She kept rubbin' my belly like I was some shorta magic troll doll." She laughed. Starr stopped and looked around Bosco's apartment. There were clothes all over the floor, dishes piled up in the sink, and it smelled kind of musty.
"I haven't been here in awhile. I've been staying at my Ma's." Said Bosco. "The place is really a mess, my interior decorator has been out of town." He told her hoping for a laugh.
She did laugh, but not too much. "It's okay. I understand." She said looking around. It was small, but still bigger then her place. From the looks of the decorations it was definitely a bachelor pad.
"Follow me." Bosco said with a small smile. "I'll show you my room." He led Starr about five feet and pointed to a single room. There was a bed, a dresser, a closet, a chair, a TV, and dirty clothes. "That's my room!" He said like a small child. "I know it's a mess too."
"It's okay, don' worry." Starr said softly. "Really it's not that big of a deal." Said Starr as she watched Bosco feverishly clean up his room, stuffing clothes into various drawers. Throwing some into a laundry basket. Surprise, surprise he actually had one. "Mo!" Starr said. "Mo! Stop it's okay, you don' haveta do all this. Lettin' me stay with you is more then enough."
A pair of navy blue boxers with red stripes in hand. Bosco stopped and turned to her. "But I'm embarrassed. It's a mess, I want you to feel comfortable." He told her tossing the boxers into the laundry basket.
A small chuckle escaped her lips. "Look, you're single guy I wasn't exceptin' the place to be immaculate or anythin'. Really it jus' fine. Stop you don' need to bust out the whole spring cleanin' thin' 'cause of me. It's fine. The rooms fine Mo." Starr reassured him.
He let out a defeated sigh looking around his room once more. "Can I at least put some clean sheets on for ya?" Bosco asked.
She rolled her eyes and smiled. "You can do that." Said Starr as she waddled to the couch and sat down. Her feet were killing her.
Bosco quickly stripped the sheets off, replacing them with some clean ones then walked into his kitchen. "You thirsty? Can I get you anythin'?" Bosco asked her. "I have diet Pepsi, beer, bottled water an' milk."
"Diet Pepsi." Starr responded.
"One diet Pepsi comin' up." Bosco said.
He walked into the living room sitting down next to her as he handed her the can of soda.
Starr opened it and took a long swing. "God, I'm thirsty." She said wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, then taking another sip.
"You made my Ma happy. Ya know. I mean she really - she didn't want to do this today. The visitations an' all." Bosco said. "Who knew good could come out of this senseless tragedy." Bosco said.
"Well I don' know 'bout it bein' good or anythin'." Said Starr.
"No it is. My Ma's happy that she's havin' a grandchild."
Starr let her shoulders slouch as she frowned. "I don' see how it's good. Mikey's gone. There's nothin' good 'bout that at all." She traced her finger around the edge of the soda can.
"I'm sorry, I really have a big mouth. I tend to say stupid things." Bosco told Starr looking at how sad she was.
She shook her head, then looked up at Bosco. "I miss him, that's all." Starr responded.
"Yeah I know I miss him too." Bosco said standing up and walking over to the window, he stared out. "I didn't really agree with him dealin' you know." Bosco turned facing her. "Goin' clean meant stayin' away from drugs in every shape an' form. If he was in trouble, if he needed money, he could've come to me an' tol' me what was goin' on. I would've helped him."
"Mo," Starr spoke. "Mikey was scared of these guys, he didn't seem to care 'bout himself at the time. He cared 'bout me an' the baby. That was all. I argued with him a dozen times 'bout qutin', 'bout goin' to -you-. It was like talkin' to a wall." Said Starr as she rubbed her belly.
"I jus'- I jus' wish I would've known. Ya know, maybe I could've done somethin' before it was too late." Said Bosco.
"Maybe, or maybe not. What if Mikey was right? What if they would've come afta me? They would've have killed him, me an' the baby. I don' think Mikey wanted that." Starr told Bosco.
Bosco walked to the couch sitting down next to Starr. "I guess." He said softly staring down into his can of soda, it was clear to Starr his mind was elsewhere.
"What's wrong? Well besides the obvious." She said, feeling stupid for asking him the question.
"My dad." Said Bosco. "He left. Like right before the car came crashing in. He said he was taking my Aunt Fran back to the hotel. That she was a wreck. Why couldn't he have jus' given' her cab fare an' let her go on her own?" Bosco asked.
Starr shrugged. "Maybe he was tryin' to be nice to her?"
"Maybe, or maybe..." Bosco shook his head.
"Maybe what?" Starr asked.
"Maybe nothin'. It was his sister, like you said he was bein' nice." Said Bosco. He couldn't help to think that there was more to this then just being nice to his sister. The fact he seemed to leave just moments before the car crashed through the funeral home. The fact that he hired the same lawyer the rest of the deals had, didn't seem to add up. There was something fishy about it all, but Bosco wasn't sure what it was yet.
"You hungry?" Bosco asked looking at her.
"Kinda why? You ain't goin' to try an' cook? Mikey already gave me the heads up on your cookin'." Starr said matter-of-factly.
"My cookin' isn't -that- bad. It jus' needs some work." Bosco said.
"Some work?" Asked him. "Mo, Mikey tol' me one time you quote and quote tried to bake a cake an' use Garlic non-stick spray. Ew."
"Hey it was a matter of not reading' the can. That's all." Bosco said trying to stand up for himself. His cheeks filled with blush.
"Sure, if that helps you sleep at night." Starr snickered.
"Seriously, if you're hungry we can go somewhere. You like Chinese?"
"Sure who doesn't like Chinese?" Starr asked.
Bosco stood up and reached his hand out to help Starr off the couch. "Good, I know this great Chinese place on Canal." He told her.
Starr reached her hand out and put on a fake smile. She really had planned to spend this day alone. Not talking to anyone. But things obviously changed. "How 'bout we go to your Ma's like she asked us." Starr said softly. "I don' think she really wants to be alone."
Bosco chewed on his lip. "She does have a lot of food there." He said thinking it over. "We'll go." He said. "Lemme call her, an' let her know."
Bosco knocked at his mother's door, waiting for her to answer. Bosco cast Starr a glance. "So - uh- how you feelin'?"
She laughed a bit. "Fine Mo." She replied her laugh turning into a face of confusion.
"Jus' makin' sure." He said as his mother opened the door, cupping his face she kissed him. Right away his cheeks filled with blush.
Starr looked over at Bosco and Rose for a moment, and smiled to herself. "Hello again, Mrs. Boscorelli." She said.
"Please dear call me Rose." She said extending her hand and leading Starr into the house. "I warmed up the dish Mrs. Kristen brought bye." Rose told them.
Bosco followed his mother into the house then into the kitchen. "It smells good. Do you know what it is?" Bosco asked his mother.
"Some kind of Shrimp Alfreado dish." Rose said opening the oven and checking it. "What made you two change your mind about coming over?"
"Me." Starr quipped up. "He wanted to go for Chinese, I suggested we come here an' have dinner like you had originally invited us."
"Smart girl, I see why my son loved you. You keep people in line." Rose responded.
Starr shrugged. "I wouldn't know 'bout all that. I jus' thought it was silly to spend money on food, when you had said that you had plenty of it here."
"I have pies comin' out of my." Rose smiled. "You know."
"Pie?" Bosco perked up, his mind had been off in another world until he heard the word pie. "What kind?" he asked going to the refrigerator and opening it up, looking inside.
"Apple, blueberry, Cherry, an' I think peach." Rose told her son.
Starr watched Rose for a few moments. Mikey definitely had her cheeks. "Pie sounds good." She said still watching Rose. Finally after a few minuets of staring Starr broke her gaze and stared down at the floor for a while, her mind on Mikey. It wasn't going to be easy to get over him. It was like she was never going to stop missing him and as much as she seems to love his family; which she did. It only made her miss him more. Between Rose and Bosco, everything they did some how reminded her of Mikey.
"So do you have a name picked out?" Rose asked sipping at a cup of hot coffee Bosco had just poured her.
Starr nodded in reply.
"So?" Bosco asked. "What name do you have picked out?"
"Well." She looked at Rose then at Bosco. "Mikey - Mikey wanted to name him," She nervously bit off a hangnail. "Maurice, after you Mo."
A small smile grew across his lips, when he found out what Mikey wanted to name the baby. "He really wanted to name it after me?" Bosco asked.
Starr nodded. "Yeah, he said there wasn't any other name he'd want the baby to have."
"Poor kid." Bosco said musingly. "Namin' it Maurice."
Rose looked at her son. "Its perfectly good name." She said, turning towards Starr she smiled. "I think it's beautiful."
"I think it's great too, but I was made fun of for that name. Do you really want your grandson bein' made fun of?" Bosco asked.
"Well those kids can come talk to me, if they have a problem with the name." She said in a motherly like tone.
"Oh yea, that'll really work. Buncha 8 year olds knockin' at your door telling' you they think the name Maurice is Gay." Bosco said fishing through the refrigerator again.
"Personally, I like the name." Starr interjected. "That's why I had no problems with it, an' it's what Mikey wanted." Starr said. "Like your mother said, if someone has a problem with my son's name. They can come talk to her or me. I'll make sure they never have a problem again."
"So you really naming' the kid Maurice?" Bosco asked. He was obviously proud by the tone of his voice.
"Yeah Maurice Michael Boscorelli." Starr said. "I know it doesn't have a good ring too it, an' it will probably take him until he's in the 4th grade to learn how to spell. But I want him to have a part of his father, so his middle name is goin' to be Michael."
Rose nodded. "I think it's a great name. A good strong one."
"I better teach him how to fight. He's goin' to need it." Said Bosco.
"Maurice would you knock it off, there is nothin' wrong with the name. Nothing at all." Rose said harshly. "That was your great-grandfathers name, my grandfathers. No one ever picked on him."
"Yeah a 100 years ago I'm sure Maurice was a great name. I'm sure he was down with that name. But it's 2004, it's not "cool" any more." Bosco said.
"Mo, honestly I think it's a good name. I have -no- problems naming' my son Maurice."
"You should wait until he's old enough an' ask him if he's okay with that name." Bosco said sitting down at the table.
"Oh what do suppose I call him until then?" Starr asked crossing her hands over her chest.
"It?" Bosco asked.
Rose gave a slight slug to her son. "I'm not callin' my first grandchild -It-."
Bosco turned to her rubbing his shoulder. "Oh but you'll call it Maurice." he said in a joking tone. His face turned serous. "Okay, honestly I'm actually touched by the idea. Thanks." He said. "Not every man can say their nephew is named after him."
"God son also. Mikey wanted you to be the Godfather." Said Starr. "So will you?"
"Sure of course." Bosco spoke. "Yea."
Rose stood up and walked over to the oven. She slipped on a pair of oven mitts and took out the dish, putting it down on the stovetop.
"Wow it smells even better out of then oven." Said Starr, turning as she heard a knock at the door.
Rose started towards the door.
"I got it Ma." Bosco said kissing her. Once he got to the door, he unlocked it and opened.
"Maurice." The voice said. "Where's your mother?" He asked.
"She's in the kitchen." Bosco replied to his father closing the door behind him. "What are you doin' here? I though you were with Aunt Fran."
"Oh she fell asleep, an' your mother invited me over for dinner." Anthony said hanging his coat up.
Rose walked into the living room once she heard Anthony's voice. "Could you get along for one night Maurice? Please?" Rose asked. "For me?"
He only nodded his head in reply, afraid if he opened his mouth, something would come out that he would regret.
Anthony kissed Rose softly. "What did you make."? He said taking his ex-wife's hand into his, leading her into the kitchen. "It smells good."
"Mrs. Kristen brought it by. Shrimp Alfreado." She said.
Bosco followed close behind them, his stomach turning as his father held is mother's hand. As much as the small boy inside him wanted his family back, he wasn't really ready to accept his mother allowing his father back into her life.
Walking into the kitchen Anthony stopped and looked at Starr. "You are?"
Rose smiled. "Anthony, this is Starr. She is - the mother of our grandson. Mikey was her fiancé."
Anthony released Rose's hand and extended his hand toward Starr, a large smile on his face. "Nice to meet you." He said.
Starr shook his hand smiling back.
"I'm goin'.." He turned to Rose. "We're goin' to be grandparents." He said his voice full of joy.
"We are." Rose replied kissing him softly.
"Well who's hungry?" Bosco asked walking past his mother and father, trying his best to break up the kiss. He really just wasn't ready for it, even if he wanted it. "'Cause I'm starved."
Donald Mann sat in his black limo staring ahead at a man who sat across from them. "So it didn't work. Officers' Cruz, Yokas, and Boscorelli are still alive." He said. His voice was dark and distant. "You said this would work. You promise me if I killed Cruz, that these other two officers would also be killed. The two officers who are to blame in the death of my son."
"Mr. Mann, I honestly had no idea Cruz would make it out, that the man driving the car wouldn't set the bomb off." The nervous voice spoke. "I've - I got the addresses of where the officers are stayin'." The unidentified voice said handing him a paper. "If the original deal, of killing Sergeant Cruz for me still stands. I'll see to it, I'll find a foolproof way for officers Boscorelli an Yokas to mate the same fate as well. I promise you."
"Very well." Mann replied. "You have one more chance, if it doesn't work this time, then you'll be the one who dies." He opened the door. "You call me when you have everything in place."
"Yes sir." He said climbing out the limo.
Mann slammed the door shut and the limo drove off.