"Who?" Davey asked.
"Frankie the Nose?"
"I never heard of him."
Larry patted Davey's hand. "Don't worry, if you're not a member of The Industry, you won't be expected to know who he is."
Davey almost yanked his hand back from where it rested on Larry's arm, but wearing high heels made him worry about falling on his face in the middle of the street. His beautiful new face -- he reached up to touch his own cheek with a delicately painted fingernail. "He's in show business? Mr. the Nose?" he asked.
"Something like that. You ever watch The Sopranos?"