my son frankie died in my arps in the street. how could you do this to me. how could you do this to me. i know it s painful. i want to ask you about frankie. you were 16 he was 12. right. he is on a mini bike. a neighbor hits him. he s gone. your brother. and soon thereafter the neighbor disappears. presumably your father killed him. or had him killed. i couldn t answer that because way before me and look, as i had answered in the book, i said in the book if the you knew my father he s not letting you hurt somebody close to him without hurting you. doesn t that vie late this zmod i thought civilians never got caught up in this. if it were inadvertent, an accident as hard as it would have been to forgive, why didn t that take place? maybe it was something again, if my father did do this it s something that again, a piece of his heart was cut out. nobody heard the tears. my father soldiered up.