Bobby Frankel was not for everybody. I was crazy about him. Just
months ago a writer for this magazine begged off a story because it
entailed calling him. I knew the feeling. One of my first assignments
here was calling Bobby after his brilliant trainee Mazel Trick suffered
a career-ending injury. His reputation as a man-eater was widespread,
and I figured my career might just end before it began. My heart was
beating through my chest when I made the call. He picked up right away,
gave me a straight-forward description of what happened, and away we
went.
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