Father figure Frank didn't come home until this morning. A dinner party doesn't go on all night.
I sat up, wearing his shirt and drinking his gin while waiting. Tried to read but couldn't focus. I longed for him, like I have been my entire life. Woke up with my head between my legs, (with gin spilled all over the table) around five and expected to find him sleeping in a wine haze in my bed, but no.
When he finally appeared he refused to look me inthe eyes.
I didn't ask who he was with, I just finished the bottle of gin from last night and went to my room. -No, I don't want dinner F
I want you, I whispered