He lifts me up, slaps my cheek gently in an attempt to clear the fog in my mind.
We spend the rest of the day shopping at Liberty. Father figure Frank gets all excited about long dresses and feather-covered skirts but I am unable to share that joy. I hate new cloths.
Leaving the big black building Im carrying heavy bags of materia and when I ask Frank if it wouldn't just be easier to love me he starts crying.
-Thats what Im doing B.
Eva called and asked me to join her at Sketch
- You need to get out, darling. Let's drink some mai tais
I looked over at Frank, sitting across the hall smoking and pouring whiskey in two glasses
- I think I'd rather stay in tonight. I've got everything I need right here