The last massage of his life
Clutching my duffel bag under my rain jacket, I dash from my truck toward a house that was built by Frankie, the man I’m here to give the last massage of his life.
I’ve been massaging people since I was five and have been a professional massage therapist for 40 years. I don’t make house calls anymore, but it’s an honor to give a man the last massage of his life, …
