Frankie Perino and I were lucky that day. Lucky to be alive – that’s what everyone said. I got a fractured wrist and a banged-up knee, and my best friend Frankie got a fat little scar above her left eye, breaking her eyebrow into two reflective halves. Up one side, down the other. Happy, sad. Shock, awe. Before after.
Before, all of us were lucky.
After, only me and Frankie.
That’s what everyone said.