SECRETS OF THE PAST
Chapter Two
Frank awoke near his beautiful
Angelina. He had heard the alarm go off, and he went to take a shower. Angelina
awoke when he got out. He loved his wife more than he ever had any of the other
girls that he had met during his travels.
"Frank William Abagnale, how
dare you not wake me up." She punched him in the shoulder.
"Angelina, please. Angel,
you needed the sleep." He rubbed his arm.
"Thank you, darling."
She stepped up to him and kissed him on the lips. Then, she went to get her
clothes and shower as well.
By 7:30, they were out the door
and on their way to the company.
F.W. Abagnale Stationers was very
successful. It had the best quality products, and there was a chain of them
around the world. They had gotten their biggest deal when Frank had invented a
special watermark paper invisible to the eye on checks. Frank had called them
security checks. Not even the smartest thief would be able to reproduce them.
They had a special dye that was very rare. Not many companies used it, but
Frank knew it was the only way to make the best checks around.
With his expertise and his
experience, he had thought about it for many years. He had wondered if any of
the tellers had ever noticed that the checks were phony. Surprisingly not. He
had always had their attention on him and not the check, and that was his
trademark. Razzle and dazzle them with his appearance and never the phony,
worthless paper they held in their hands.
Frank had never finished high
school. During his free time, he studied for his GED. He went to adult school
at night after doing his duty in the office--kiss his wife good-bye and go to
school.
Angelina was surprised that a man
like Frank had never graduated from high school. He was the smartest man she
had ever known. Not many men in her life had the talent he had. He had always
dealt with the other heads of the companies they had been in contact with. With
his style and his knowledge of things, he was the greatest asset to the
business.
Frank parked the car and they
headed to their office, preparing to get ready for the meeting they had with
Atlantic. Atlantic was a new company that was in Canada, coming out with new
ideas and new, quality stock paper that was the best, and Frank wanted to get
his hands on something like that, so he would buy them out if the product was
worthy before anyone else did.
Frank and Angelina walked into
their office.
"Ah…Mr. and Mrs. Abagnale. I
have some messages for you, and Atlantic called. Their flight was delayed one
hour, so they should be here by nine o‘clock." The receptionist handed
over the messages to Mrs. Abagnale.
"Thank you, Anita,"
Angie said.
Frank and Angelina walked into
their office. They had an adjoining office, so they went over the itinerary for
the meeting--questions they were prepared to ask, and what prices they were
willing to pay.
Frank sat there, reading the
reports and charts that the company had sent him. Angelina was busy studying
her husband, and she wondered what he was thinking, other than the obvious.
"Angelina?" he called.
She had been so mesmerized by the
thought of him that she hadn't heard him calling her.
She broke out of the trance.
"Yes?" She looked at
him.
"Where were you just
then?" he called over to her.
"Somewhere else, I
guess." She wasn't ready to tell him what she had found out this morning.
"Uh-huh." He smiled at
her.
She walked over to his desk and
sat upon it.
"Frank, I wanna ask you a
question." She was curious.
"All right. What do you have
on that beautiful mind of yours?" He put one leg over the other and
slouched in his chair.
"Well, you know, I don't
know if you know this, but I was thinking--since you have had that dream of
becoming a pilot, why don't you learn how to fly?" She wanted to tell him
her secret, but decided to wait.
"Well, I guess I could. The
only thing is, I hate heights." He really did.
"Little Frank scared of
heights?" She toyed with his hair.
"Yes, Angelina, and you are
afraid of spiders." He got up off the chair, taking her into a passionate
embrace.
"Yes, I am." She kissed
him.
"So, now that we have
cleared up what we fear, why don't we talk about something else?" Frank
asked, deciding this was the right time to tell her his secret.
"Sure. Let's talk about
secrets," Angelina said.
"Secrets?" He thought
it was a coincidence that she mentioned that.
"I will tell you one of
mine, and you tell me one of yours." She let him go.
Frank knew that this was the
right time to tell her. If he didn't say anything now, he never would.
"I will go first," he
told her. "Angie, what I am about to tell you has been kept a secret as
long as…well…since forever. But I need to tell you this. Despite all that you
know about me, please understand," he pleaded with her.
"All right." She nodded
her head.
"I, Frank William Abagnale,
was also known as Frank Williams, Frank Taylor, Robert Conrad, and Robert
Monjo. I was an impersonator, Angelina. After about seven years of portraying a
doctor, a lawyer, an airline pilot, and other people, I was a fraud. I cashed
over two point one million dollars in check fraud. I was also known as what
they called the James Bond of the Sky," he revealed wondering if she was
taking it all in.
"You're that Frank?"
Angelina remembered that name in a newspaper a few years ago.
"Yes, Angelina." He
looked into her eyes.
"So, Frank William Abagnale
is your real name, and when I saw you on the plane when we first met, you were
playing a pilot." She couldn't believe she had been so dumb.
"Yes, I was. Do you hate me,
Angie?" he asked her.
"No, Frank, I don't. It's
just shocking, but not surprising. So, how come you're not in jail?" She
walked over and sat in his chair.
"Because I helped the FBI.
To this day, I still am under national security. They gave me a reduced
sentence if I helped them. They helped me." He stood up and paced the
room.
"So I married a fraud? A con
man?" Things didn't settle well in Angelina's mind. She had thought she
had married the perfect man, but now she knew there was no such thing.
"Angie, I didn't mean to
keep this from you. I really didn't." He realized that she had the same
look as Rosalie.
"It's okay. Frank, that was
your past. Now your future is with me, and that's all that counts." She
decided to let everything in the past stay in the past. He was different now.
He hugged her.
Anita came into the office.
"Excuse me, but Atlantic is
here," she announced.
"All right, Anita,"
Frank told her.
"We will talk more at home,
Frank." Angelina let him go and went to the conference room.
"Yes, Angie, we will,"
he whispered.
Frank went about his business,
wondering how she felt about what he had just told her. Sometimes things
have a way of coming up when you least expect it, he thought to himself.
Frank went to the conference
room. He saw a familiar face.
"Frank Abagnale. Long time
no see," said a pretty blond.
"Rosalie?" He was in
shock. He hadn't seen her in years.
"Yes, Frank. It is me."
She went up to him.
"But how?" He wondered
how she had found him.
"Frank, we have all the time
to catch up. I would like you to meet your son, Frank, Jr." She grabbed
the little boy by his hand.
This was all coming out to be a
bad dream for Frank. Never had it occurred to him that he would meet someone
from his past, especially Rosalie Connors.
"Oh, Rosalie, this is my
wife, Angelina." He took Angie's hand, bringing her over.
"Nice to meet you." She
shook Angelina's hand.
"Angelina, this is Rosalie
Connors, the girl who wasn't faithful to me," he said, sitting down.
"You're talking about being
faithful, Frank? When you lied to me, I had no idea what to do. When you told
me your secret…that's why I called the cops. I was scared." She remembered
it all like yesterday.
"You betrayed me, Rosalie.
We were going to get married, for Christ's sake!" He was angry.
Angelina left during their little
conversation. Frank followed.
"Angie, are you okay?"
He turned her around to face him.
"Yes, Frank. I am okay. I
just need some air. I will be at home when you are done talking with her."
Angelina could not believe any of this.
"All right. I will see you,
Angie. I love you." She walked out, and didn't respond.
He went back to the office.
"What's this about,
Rosalie?" He stormed into the office and closed the door behind him.
"It's about your son, Frank.
I can't take care of him any longer." Rosalie looked at Frank. He was
still as handsome as ever.
"What? Do you need
money?" He thought she wanted that.
"No. I want you to take your
son, Frank." She wanted to leave him with his son so he could get
acquainted with him.
The little boy went over to his
father.
"Okay, Frank, Mommy is gonna
leave. You're gonna stay with Daddy for a while," Rosalie told Frank Jr.
"All right, Mom. See
you." Little Frank was glad to finally be with his father. He hated his
mother. She had married a rotten man who never played with him, and she never
paid any attention to him at all.
Rosalie left, and Frank was all
alone with little Frankie.
"Well, Frank, I am Frank, your
father. You can come home with me." Frank felt totally weird. He had never
expected to have a son.
"Sure," said Frankie.
*****
He took the little boy home with
him. They walked inside. Angelina was nowhere to be seen.
Frankie took his game out of the
little backpack he held and started playing.
"Will you be all right
here?" Frank asked.
"Just peachy, Dad,"
Frank said, not taking his eyes off his game.
He went to find Angie. She was
lying in bed, crying.
"Angelina?" He got her
up and held her. "You know I love you more than anything. That’s the
truth."
"Yes, I do know that, Frank.
It was all just way too much." She got up, wiping her tears.
"I understand. Um…Angie, we
have a guest. Remember Frank? He's gonna be staying with us," he told her,
hoping she would be all right with that.
"All right. I will make us
dinner and we can all be like a family." She got up to prepare dinner.
Angelina couldn't bear to tell
Frank that she was pregnant with his baby. That was why she was crying. She had
taken the pregnancy test and it had came out positive this morning.
She started to cook, and then
went to the bathroom to throw up.
A few minutes later, she came in
to tell Frank to order dinner.
They ordered pizza.
Frank gave his son a slice.
"Thank you, Dad." Frank
was happy.
Frank wasn't use to being called
Dad now that he was a dad.
Angie start watching the movie Kate
and Leopold.
She started crying.
"Angie, what's wrong?"
Frank asked.
"She loves him and he loves
her. They belong together." She wiped her nose.
"Aw, honey, don't cry. It's
only a movie," he comforted her.
"I know, but darling, I have
something to tell you." She decided it was now or never.
"Well, what is it?"
Nothing would astonish him now.
"I'm pregnant," she
said, looking for a response from him.
"We are gonna have a
baby?" he asked.
"Yes. Frank, you're a
father." She smiled at him.
Frank thought about being a
father. Now he was the father of two children, Frankie, Jr. and Angelina's
unborn child. He had learned that he had made a mess of things by leaving
Rosalie with a baby he had no idea about. He thought about what had happened
over the past, and wondered if there were anymore surprises that awaited him in
the future. Were there any more Franks out there that were possibly his?
He had been with a lot of women,
and he had slept with a few of them. Only time would tell if there were more or
not.
*****
He researched over the following
weeks through the hall of records to see if there were any more Frank Abagnales
around the world. He had found five out of the fifty states, and called each
one.
"Hello, this is Frank
Williams. Is there a Miss Molly Saunders there?" Frank asked.
"Yes. I am Molly
Saunders," the lady answered on the phone.
"Do you know a Frank
Williams who was an airline pilot for Pan Am?" he asked.
"No, sorry. No, I
don't." The lady was confused.
"All right. Thanks, Molly.
Sorry to bother you," Frank said, hanging up.
"Quite all right, sir."
She hung up.
He called the next four, and none
of them knew who he was.
He gave a sigh a relief that he
did not have anymore secret children around.
"Daddy?" Frank came
into his office.
"Yes, Frank? What is
it?" He turned around, startled.
"Can we go to
Disneyland?" He had seen the commercial on television.
"Sure. Maybe tomorrow."
Frank didn't have any meetings, since Atlantic was a phony company.
"Cool! Thanks, Dad!"
Frank was happy.
Frank checked on Angelina.
"Angie, where are you?"
he called out.
"Here, Frank, watching One
Life to Live. Frank, do you think you could make me some popcorn?" she
asked him.
"Sure, Angie." He went
to get a pan and made it the old-fashioned way.
Frank Abagnale's life had changed
in seconds, and Christmas was coming in less than a week. At the Abagnale
residence, he had his share of surprises, and Frank had been given enough gifts
to last a lifetime.