My friend Deborah and I met at Toronto’s Uncle Betty’s Diner for brunch one Sunday. Touchy about gaining weight from hormone therapy, Deborah said some creep behind us kept gawking at her. I whirled around. “Sal,” the man said, “It’s Adam.” Didn’t ring a bell. “From Peninsula,” he added. Then I remembered — mouthy little guy I’d counseled a decade ago at Peninsula Reformatory near Fenwick. Total criminal. I recalled writing him off. “This is my fiancée, Brittany,” he said, presenting a tall, scrubbed blond woman. “This is the hardass who scared me straight, hon.” He smiled. “Man, I hated him.”
Salvatore Difalco resides in Toronto, Canada.