Chapter 102.1: 1995, Georgina
He was so young. Too young for any of this. Nobody knows anymore, but I have a secret. It was his secret to bear, and only a few knew it. His father knew it. His brother knew it. Carl knew it, and I know it.
The truth was, Frankie wasn't twenty-one at all. He was eighteen. Just eighteen. I fool myself, and he fooled himself, but he was eighteen and nothing more.
There were times I felt like an older sister to him, and other times I felt like a fool. I was six years and two months older. And Frankie acted his age a lot, more so with his innocent manner than anything else. He wasn't immature, but his ideas were. That's all it was in the end.
He didn't want people to know. Thought they'd think he was too young for his post at the club, too young to do anything except drink. The respect. He wanted the respect, but if he wanted the respect why didn't he at least lie more and say he was my age? Twenty-five. That would have been all it took. You don't get respect with anything less.
But I didn't get respect either. Being twenty-five didn't solve any of my problems. But in the grand scheme of things, age has nothing to do with anything. I know that now, with age. Eighteen, twenty-five, what does it matter really?
It doesn't matter. Nothing.
He loved me even though I was so old. I loved him even though he was so young. It didn't matter.
Nothing mattered in the end. Gone in an instant. And what for?
Nothing.
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