Clad darkly, Mina waited on the edge of the Business Park graveyard. An urban yellow taxi pulled up with a cough of exhaust. Smokey fumes as black as her mourning dress filled the air and she jumped inside to avoid the incoming barrage of lung disease. She caught her breath inside even if the prosciutto wrapped around mozzarella cheese continued to strangle the air.

A familiar mein accosted her. "Hey pally. Why ya dressed so gloomy? Didn't know ya owned anything other than pink and hot pink. Did yer pet gerbil die or sumthin'?"

For once, the young attorney didn't giggle or laugh at D Vito's choppy Bronx humor and demeanor. Even if he was a five o'clock shadowed, dumpy, middle aged city dweller, Vito was sharp enough to realize his mistake.

"My condolences, bub," he said with an inflection in his gravely voice. "Didn't realize it was somebody who was da big cheese in your life..."

Mina sighed and pressed her forehead against the window. "He wasn't just the biggest cheese. He was the head mozzarella in my life. The head cheese!"

D. Vito did a triple take. He even dropped his previous meat wrapped stick of cheese. "Waitaminute. The head cheese?! You don't mean dat clean cut, tuxedo wearin' gentleman lover of yours?!"

Mina sighed and nodded. There were very little words that day. Just misery and lonesomeness.

"My biggest bronxian condolences to ya, bub!" D. Vito said as he gathered his cheese on the filthy floor. "I know I ain't your pops but dat boy was one of the good ones. No punk would have laid a finger on you when he was around."

"That's how he died," Mina said, her voice still frozen from the morbidity. "He died in the line of fire being the best boyfriend in the world. And just..."

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Mina choked herself with a sob. Her sorry eyes reflected in D. Vito's veiny old ones. "Where do I go from here, Mr. Vito?! I already have lost two boyfriends!"

Vito, the normally barky, snappy taxi driver was as quiet as her boyfriend's crypt. Mina continued to cry and mourn, her bottled up emotions flowing freely like a spilled root beer float.

She clutched the seat, her face pink and blotchy from the tears. "You don't know what I'd do to speak to him again! I'm completely lost without him!"

At last, the secretly shrewd D. Vito sized up the situation and placed a flabby hand on Mina's shoulder.

"There there, buddy. Gots the perfect solution for ya."

"What..." Mina said, trembling. "What...can I possibly do?"

Vito offered a greasy grin. "Youse can just go soul searchin' bub."

"Soul searching?" Mina exclaimed. Vito normally had the best solutions for her, but this sounded like total hippy dippy crud. What good would reflection do for her?"

"I'm sorry, D..." Mina sobbed. "I can't be alone with my thoughts. Especially now. They just would hurt me and kick me when I'm down."

Vito shook his head. "Nope, kid. Not dat kind of soul searching. You said, you'd do anything to talk to your Prince Charming again...Wells...i just happened to know da perfect dame."

"Who?" Mina gasped.

Vito grinned sheepishly. "A medium. A medium so rare she's called medium rare!"

Mina's eyes nearly popped. She had not considered using her Extra Accessory Perception in a long time. But she had previously contacted her first steady sweetheart, Chad Hangten through it.

She was thankful too.

Not many people got that kind of closure with their passed on love ones, and now she could get some with Blind.

Her black heels tapped giddily on the floor. It was a brilliant. D Vito was brilliant.

"So who is this medium rare medium?!" Mina asked. Her eyes glistened brightly for the first time for that day.

"Well actually..." Vito chuckled. "She's actually my ex-wife. But she moonlights and daylights as a fortune teller. Her name is Freda..."

Mina's jaw dropped. "M-M-Madame Butterfly?!!"

D. Vito placed his hand to his double chin. "Ah so you know that dame?!"

Mina nodded. This woman had given her her magical powers of assessment and spiritual communication, all courtesy of the butterfly pendant around her neck.

D. Vito's eyes locked on it. "Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle. Or rather a butterfly's uncle!"