Francisco Costa delivered a similar performance at Calvin Klein, presenting a collection that was 85% knitwear.
That brother, Francisco, had served as his surrogate father, and was now in jail in Big Spring, Texas.
Turned out the intruders were four boys on the prowl for snacks, including Francisco Anguiano, 13.
He just wanted the best, and Francisco is the best in this part of the country.
Near the same time, Francisco Costa stepped up at Calvin Klein.
Francisco and his son went gaily forth to see their city after dark.
Francisco and his bible are no more credible than the carrack and the bishop.
An instant later naked steel licked out at Francisco's throat.
Francisco made no reply, but appeared to be reading his book.
After an interlude of confused congratulations I turned to give thanks—far more than thanks—to Francisco Moreno.