Frankie looked satisfied. She'd taught her baby brother a valuable lesson and just might get away with it. Huzzah! Maybe this vacation wasn't so bad after all. She caught the ball easily as Vinnie threw it her way, and pump faked like she was gonna nail Sal again. He flinched, and that made her laugh in a somewhat evil way. "I totally own you," she joked, putting a slight spin on the ball as she threw it to Vinnie. Yeah, she was a girly girl who loved pink and dresses and sparkly stuff, but she spent a few years as Slick's only child, and he had treated her a bit like a boy in those years. She could be rough and tumble when it came down to it, and she knew her shit when it came to football.
"Not just mom. I want to tell Vinnie and Frankie and, fuck, everyone. It's hard keeping something this big a secret. Not telling my mom is downright painful." He'd come close to slipping a few times as well. It was hard not to. He and Kim talked about it constantly, and it came up from time to time in conversations with Wes. That was Starbucks' only saving grace. If he didn't have Wes to talk to about it, he'd probably go nuts.