"Oh, its just the same old stuff. Every once in awhile Gypsy has illusions of grandeur, that she is going to save me from the bulls, but its just so much crap, so don't worry your pretty little head about it."
"You mean about the narcotics boys picking you up?" she asked.
"Yeah, same story, but nothing's happened yet and she's told me this a million times," he answered. "She's just trying to cause trouble for us and nothing more. She can't accept the fact that I'm in love with you."
He held her close and together they walked back into the bedroom, falling on the bed in a warm embrace.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next day she felt as though nothing could ever go wrong again. Frankie had asked her to marry him and even though he had not set a date, he had said that it would be immediately. She told Frankie that she had some shopping to do for the house and for her trousseau, kissed him firmly, deeply and walked out into the warm sunshine. Even though the wind was fairly strong, the weather was warm and pleasant, matching the good, complete feeling that she had inside her. She wasn't going to let anything that Gypsy had said bother her any longer. She knew that she was just a jealous woman who had been jilted and she was trying in every way she could to get Frankie back.
She grabbed a cab and headed for the downtown area when a car pulled up alongside her cab and someone was motioning to her from the driver's seat.
She looked over and saw that it was Al, so she asked the driver to stop and she hopped out. Al pulled the car over to the curb and helped her in.
"What a stroke of luck finding you like this," he said. "I was going to try the apartment, but I wasn't sure whether or not you had gone back and whether or not Frankie would be there."
"Oh yes, Frankie was there when I got back and everything is just fine. In fact, were getting married." Her face was radiant and she seemed to be glowing, almost ethereal.