She does, and Frank goes back to bed.

After he got rid of the girl, Frank went back to bed. It was 4 AM, the time when back in the old mob days he would just be getting into it. Now he wanted to get some more sleep. With a smile on his face, he drifted off into oblivion.

When he woke, he rolled out of bed, feeling his age a little more than usual. He made coffee and a light breakfast, reviewing the events of the previous day and thinking about the various opportunities of the street.

It might kill him, he chuckled. It just might. All the young pussy and all the excitement. If it did kill him, it would be a hell of a lot more fun than getting clipped by some button man from the mob. A hell of a lot better.

He was smiling at his own joke when his doorbell chimed.