Read Pluto Walks the Earth, Chapter 36: The Fault Is in the Stars
Franny
The other drivers, in black suits, they’re standing at McCarran International baggage claim with signs that say “Mr. Nelson.” “Ms. Krysinski.” “Mr. Park.” “Mr. Rosenberg.”
My guy’s says: “Pluto.”
Sure, why not? The livery guys are looking at me a little odd. Like if it said “Uranus.” So I’m happy when the good-looking kid comes through the doors lugging two big bags and makes a beeline. He drops the luggage in front of me, puts out his hand and says, “That’s me. Pluto McDowell.” I says, “Francis X. Rafferty,” and he shakes and says, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Rafferty.” And I says, “Just Franny is good.” And he says, “Yes, sir.”