The Bag Men

A story about life, the falacies, expectations,mistakes, and the follies we pursue in search for happiness,-- as told through the eyes of Tony Martinelli: “What’s wrong darling, I’m sure we can work this all out,” I said. She hemmed and hawed, pranced and danced, raked her foot, here and there—“Go on,” I said. “I’ve been trying to tell you.” “It’s Chris.” “I know.” She tossed her head to one side, her eyes started to tear. “Go on Gisela—tell me, you’ll feel better.” “Chris is Tom’s son,” she said. I took her hand. “Gisela, I wouldn’t care if he were the son of Frankenstein, I still love him.”