“About time you got here Frankie,” my father said. “Your mother’s been driving me crazy. ‘He’s gonna miss dinner. I made all this food. Where is he?’”

“Yeah where were you, Francis?” my younger brother Tony asked. He introduced me to his new girlfriend, Brenda, a Jewish girl from West Orange. “It’s her first Easter dinner.”

I was 26, living in the Bronx and working as a staff accountant for the New York Yankees. Every Easter Sunday... 

 

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