One of my hands let go of him only to curl up in a fist and aim at his face. He was scared, so scared of what had possessed me that his face worked like a mirror to me. I saw how far I had gone and lowered my hand. This wasn't me, this was not how I usually solved my problems.
My fellow worker had seen things from the outside and was too fast to jump to conclusions, which didn't mean he was the enemy.
With my last rash of adrenaline, I pushed him against a shelf. He fell on his butt, a few folders and notebooks landing on his head. Only then I noticed three customers frozen in the middle of a corridor.
"Fucking psycho!" Brad shot at me.
"Gerard...out!" Sarah pointed towards the exit. By then I had cooled down and was a crying mess.
"I...I'm fired, right? Please I...I'm just so t-tired of people misunderstanding but I...I need the job..."
"This behavior was unacceptable. I understand that Brad provoked you, but I can't let this pass. About the other subject I really don't know what to think. For now you're not fired, just suspended, because I do know how much you need the job. I'll take a week to meditate it and then I'll call you, but don't get your hopes up too much." she informed me.
"I...thanks..." was all I managed to say.
"Only suspended? Sarah, are you sure...?" Brad restarted.
"You...out, too!" she cut him off.
"What? But..."
"Out. At least for today and tomorrow I don't want to see your face either." she insisted.
My feet weighted a ton as I walked out of the store. I didn't feel the cold, I didn't listen to Brad bitching at me a little more, I couldn't see through my tears. When I tried to make the short-circuited machinery inside my head function, it only came up with a request and an advice. It requested alcohol to numb and forget. It advised me to be strong and not let my achievements go wasted. Frankie needed me, that was far more important than my need for alcohol.
Yet it was so tempting that I didn't trust myself. Remembering what Ray had told me to do in those cases, I fumbled for my cellphone and called home.
"Hello?"
"R-ray it's me I..." I couldn't tell if it was the temperature, anger or nerves making me tremble.
"Gerard, what's wrong?" Ray asked.
"I...they know, Ray. Sarah...she knows and...fuck!"
"They know...what? Calm down and tell me."
"About...Frankie and me. She knows...knows I lied and Brad said h-horrible things and I lost it and Sarah said I'm s-suspended but I know she'll fire me. Fuck, Ray I need the job and...why? I...please come for me, please or I'll do something I'll regret...p-please..." I hiccuped and began to sob, sitting on the floor against a house's fence; not minding the disinterested looks people gave me.
"Ok, ok, where are you?"
"T-two houses from the store..." I glanced around me "There's a green fence."
"Don't move, I'll be there in ten minutes." he commanded.
"But...but Frankie..."
"I'll bring him with me, Gerard, don't worry."
I didn't count the minutes. I just stared into space, monitored the street, both corners over and over. I waited; my eyes wet, my mouth dry, a burning urge inside my chest. I smoked, I bit my nails, I cried some more. No one asked if I was alright, no one stopped, no one cared. It felt as if the whole world knew, judged, condemned me. It was ridiculous, but just one of those moments when everything matches how you feel. It might have as well been raining, but no; the sun shone above me, blinding my puffy eyes.
I saw Ray's car appear and instead of getting up I stayed there, weak and broken.
"Gee, are you okay?" he touched my shoulder and I instantly embraced him, sending him sitting on the floor beside me. I cried even harder, barely breathing.
"What...who told them?" Ray questioned. He helped me stand up and we headed for the car, where Frankie was waiting in the front seat..
"Guess...Gabriel, who else? F-fucker...fucking....shit! But Ray, I suck...I fucked up so badly! I made a scene because Brad called me a pervert and he said other stuff about me and Frankie that hurt and I was so damn mad that I almost hit him and..." I went on. Ray stopped walking and grabbed me by my arms, forcing me to face him.
"Did you hit him?"
"N-no I didn't...I...couldn't." I replied.
"Then you didn't fuck up. I'm not sure I could have refrained myself if I'd been in your place."
"But...it's over, she'll fire me, I know it! Fuck, I need a drink so badly..." I pulled at my hair, furious and exhausted.
"Oh no, you need to go in the car with your boyfriend and stop thinking for a while."
"Kay." I let Ray guide me, a brainless zombie with a blank stare. I heard a couple more noises of doors opening and closing and a pair of short arms encircled me. Frankie felt warm and quilted, covered with several layers of clothes. I laid half of my body on his lap, my arms around his waist, my hands hidden in between his back and the backrest. He caressed my hair, filled me with kisses, and everything seemed a little bit better.
"Take care of him, Frankie. He needs some coddling." Ray's voice was followed by the car's engine as we took off. None of us spoke for the first minutes, though I could see the questions itching to be asked when I looked Frank in the eyes.
"G-gee...it w-was my fault ag-again? I h-heard and..."
"No, baby, no!" I couldn't let him blame himself for everything, though it was hard to avoid. "It was my fault. Sarah got angry because I lied, I told her I was your brother. This boy Brad...he did say some bad things because he can't understand that we love each other. But that doesn't matter, he's not my boss. It's all my fault for lying to Sarah, believe me. You always say lying is bad and you're right...see how stupid I was?"
"N-no you're not s-stupid. Y-you lied 'cause...'c-cause you were af-afraid. Y-yes, afraid 'cause s-some people are as-assholes. You t-told me why you s-said I was your b-brother, so th-they would not c-call the police, r-right?" Frank showed that he forgot things once he understood them. So many times I had explained it to him, wanting to make sure that he knew it wasn't shame what made me lie. There he was now, reminding me that it wasn't stupidity either, just the need to protect him and keep him with me.
"Right. I tried to tell Sarah that but...then I got mad at Brad and I screamed and pushed him."
"I...I s-sometimes do bad th-things to you when...wh-when I'm mad or f-feel weird and I s-scream and hurt y-you and you f-forgive me. S-sarah likes you s-so she'll f-forgive you." he compared. So sweet, so comforting.
"I know you never mean to hurt me, love."
"Y-you didn't mean to m-make Sarah an-angry! Or...or h-hurt Brad 'c-cause you're a very g-good boy. Yep." Frankie kissed my lips and smiled right when the car stopped. I wasn't going to contradict him by saying that for an instant I did want to hurt Brad. What he had told me was too beautiful to ruin it.
"Thank you."
We didn't touch the subject anymore once home. I didn't want to. Ray didn't dare. Frankie knew actions helped more than words sometimes.
He and I cuddled on the couch for hours, in silence, while Ray prepared lunch. Fries and beefsteaks that Frank devoured and I didn't even try. I was too occupied thinking, pondering, weighting possibilities. There wasn't much to do about Sarah, only wait. Wait and despair. I didn't have much hope, nearly any hope. However, if I was going to be unemployed again, at least Gabriel had to pay for it. It was only fair, wasn't it? But then...what about my 'that's not how I solve problems' rant? What would Frank think if I went and punched Gabriel?
I did my best to keep those thoughts away and only hear Frank's voice as he read me a story, yet I couldn't focus. The anger was killing me. A ball of fire inside my chest, lava running through my veins. Burning, urging, encouraging me. Ray was in the bedroom talking on his phone and I grasped the opportunity.
"Frankie...I gotta go buy more candy, there aren't many left and I'm afraid I'll forget tomorrow." it was true, anyway. "I'll get some other things from the supermarket, too. You tell Ray not to worry, I'll be back pretty soon, ok?"
"C-can't I go with y-you?" he asked innocently, almost making me draw back. Almost.
"No babe, it's too cold and Ray's gonna worry more if we both leave."
"K-kayyy, meanie! H-hurry up."
"I will."
I ran, going for the car was a waste of time and Ray would hear me. Eight blocks I ran, only stopping now and then to catch my breath. The house appeared before my eyes and I shuddered. Memories. It'd been so long since I last was there. Never as a boyfriend, always as a friend. Fucking coward.
I didn't hesitate to ring the doorbell. I didn't wait for Gabriel's father to let me in, I pushed past him as soon as he opened the door and stamped towards that room his son and I had never shared. I knew the way: upstairs, the left door at the end of the corridor. The door was semi opened.
I don't know why I knew he would be there, but I was right. He was sitting on his bed, placidly reading a book as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't fucked with anybody's life. I wasn't going to ask for permission or pay any mind to mister Schneider's screams.
"Uh...Gerard? What are you d...?" Gabriel didn't finished the phrase. The punch I had reserved for him crashed with his jaw and he fell backwards on the bed. Why wasn't he standing?
"Gee...w-why?"
"SHUT UP!" I locked the door and pinned him down. "WHAT THE FUCK WHERE YOU THINKING? DO YOU EVEN HAVE A BRAIN? DIDN'T YOU HAVE ENOUGH WITH ALMOST SENDING ME TO JAIL? YOU HAD TO FUCK WITH MY JOB TOO, YOU...YOU'RE SO DAMN SICK, GABRIEL! SO FUCKING SICK! WHAT ELSE, NOW? WHAT ELSE? KILL ME 'CAUSE I DON'T WANNA GO BACK TO YOU?"
"I...I didn't..." he cried. I raised my hand again and he caught it, fighting me.
"DON'T GIVE ME THAT SHIT, I KNOW YOU CALLED THE PLACE WHERE I WORK!" I continued with my accusation while we struggled.
"I'M NOT G-GIVING YOU ANY SHIT, GERARD! I DIDN'T C-CALL YOUR WORK! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, I SWEAR!" he shouted in between sobs, his blue eyes fixed on mine without blinking. I saw surprise, confusion, fear. No sarcasm, no lie.
He was telling the truth.
CHAPTER 70
Thunder, lightning,
the wind outside is so damn frightening.
But it's alright, all right, stand clear.
You're living in the hurricane years.
As if lightning had stricken me I recoiled, my back hitting the wall behind. My fingers clutched the bedspread, my legs folded against my body. I closed my eyes, crying, wishing it all away.
"Please let me not be in Gabriel's bedroom, tell me I didn't come here to beat the shit outta him without even talking first and his parents aren't about to knock the door down." I supplicated in my thoughts.
"GABRIEL! GERARD! WHAT'S HAPPENING IN THERE? OPEN THE DOOR!" mister Schneider shouted, his knuckles pounding on the wood.
"Please, tell me this was at least justified." I prayed. I opened just one eye, wanting to confirm I hadn't been wrong about his innocence but with the secret hope that I'd see a hint of slyness in my ex. It had to be him who called...who else if not?
There was nothing, though; nothing in his face that could mark him as guilty or a liar. He was crying, he looked worried and his right hand was reaching out to touch my face.
"D-don't touch me!" I instinctively said, louder than I intended.
"Gerard, are you ok?" he asked. I couldn't reply, I didn't know how I felt.
"SON, ANSWER RIGHT NOW OR I'M BREAKING IN!" came the angry voice from outside. "IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT? DO YOU WANT ME TO CALL THE POLICE?"
"No, please..." I sobbed, realising that the nearly maniac way in which I had acted could give them the right to do so. Gabriel looked me in the eye and for a moment I saw the person he used to be before his disrespect, my disappointment, his obsession, our revenges.
"NO DAD, IT'S NOT NECESSARY, EVERYTHING'S FINE! WE'RE JUST TALKING!" he screamed back.
"Are you sure, honey?" his mother questioned.
"Yes, mom, I'm sure." Gabriel was still staring at me. I broke down into the kind of sobbing that hurts. I couldn't think clear or react correctly when he pulled me off the wall and wrapped his arms around me. I didn't push him away, I needed to be held. Then Gabriel was speaking, explaining himself even though I hadn't asked for explanations. Of course I had millions of doubts, but I wasn't able to word them.
"Gee I..." that nickname again, it sounded wrong on his lips now. "...I don't know who called the store, but I swear it wasn't me. This person who called...they told your boss about you and your...boyfriend?"
"Yes, I'd said he was my brother 'cause I was afraid and now...f-fuck..."
"Shit, boy...I now understand why you'd think it was me." he grabbed his face. The side of his mouth, where I had hit him, was red and swelling. Was that remorse I discerned in his attitude, his gestures? "See, after our last talk I was completely enraged. My mother noticed and compelled me to have a talk and...I told her everything. Everything I've done to you, before and now."
"And...?" I sniffed, too tired to achieve the angry intonation I was aiming for.
"She was fucking mad at me, disappointed. I sat through the worst reprimand I had endured since I was a little kid." he chuckled. "She basically made me see that I went too far. She said I was stupid, selfish, and a coward."
"Ha," I snorted. "and you needed to hear it from your mom to finally believe it? I've been telling you all that since we broke up. I repeated it every time we talked after you reappeared to stalk me. I told you you should ask for professional help."
"My mother said that too...in a sweeter tone, of course." he commented, bringing my disdain back.
"I can't use any other, sorry."
"It figures, don't worry." he responded sadly.
I wasn't insensitive, it was painful to see him like this. I imagined how it must feel to take conscience of your errors when it was too late. In certain cases you're still in time to recover something of what you lost, like I regained the control of my life. Other things are irrecoverable. He wasn't going to have me back, and it hurt him. Knowing I was so important to him didn't give me any sense of power. On the contrary, it was sad. Yet I couldn't help how things were, I couldn't help him with that.
"Gabriel..."
"It's fine, Gerard, just...know that I didn't make that call and I won't bother you again."
"I know, I can tell when you lie." I got off the bed and walked towards the door, unlocking it. Gabriel's parents detained me.
"Let him go." he commanded.
"But son, your face...he hit you, didn't he?" his father kept a vicious grip on my arm.
"He did because I deserved it. You know why, mom told you. Now let him go." he expressed forthright.
As soon as mister Schneider complied, I raced down the stairs and to the front door. I was embarrassed, scared, sad, confused. Who had made that phone call if it wasn't Gabriel? The other possibility was highly alarming...though not very reasonable.
I was already outside when Gabriel called my name. I didn't want to turn around, but I did nevertheless. "Yes?"
"Thank you." he told me softly, with a big smile. He was out of his mind, evidently.
"What...? You're thanking me for...?"
"...your 'phone prank', you freed me." he laughed and walked inside, closing the door before I could utter a word. If I had ever been in a relationship with a nutcase, that was Gabriel, not Frank.
******
That old, known need returned to haunted me. It was my brain screaming it, begging me for something that would give it a rest. I yearned for that welcomed dizziness the alcohol provided. My common sense fought the demand but there it was, still beckoning me from every bar's window. I shook my head, stirring those ideas, forcing into my mind the only image that made me strong, the one that reminded me of my responsibilities and everything that was truly important: the face of the boy I loved. I'd won another small battle.
I entered our house and fell into the couch, miserable. I gratefully accepted Frankie's kiss and heartwarming embrace, but dodged Ray's questions.
"Gerard, I'm talking to you! You're a bad liar, you know? You always forget your lies....where's what you were supposed to buy? You look like a truck rolled over you, man!" he wouldn't give up. I loved my friend, but in moments like this I just wanted him to shut up.
"I'm fine, Ray. Just...tired. I actually do feel as if a truck had rolled over me, now that you mention it."
"You're not gonna convince me that easily." he sat in front of me, waiting. I looked away and buried my face in the crook of Frank's neck.
"G-gee...you bu...b-bought candy?" he inquired. That is what I had forgotten. Ray was right, I always lied and then forget to sustain the lie. What's more, we were running out of candy for real.
"I...no..." it was like a trigger. I recalled it all and started to cry again, the fact that I had lied to Frankie added to my shame.
"D-don't cry, G-gee! It...it's f-fine, really! S-still have some and..and th-then I can t-take my pills on t-toasts! It's o-okay...shhh..." he rocked me on his lap. It made me feel safe, loved; although also guiltier.
"I know, love but...I lied." I confessed. "Or well, kinda. I was going to buy candy -which I forgot- but really, I needed to go out for another reason."
"Wh-why..?" Frankie stopped moving and frowned.
"What happened, Gerard?" Ray pushed.
"Ray...it wasn't Gabriel."
"What do you mean?"
"It wasn't Gabriel who called the store!" I blurted out.
"How do you...where did you go?"
"That doesn't matter. He wasn't, trust me. So...I can only think of one person -or two- that could be behind this."
"No, Gerard...they surely know the police are behind them, they wouldn't risk being tracked by a phone call." Ray raised a point.
"I thought the same but...who else?" I mumbled. I was thankful that Frankie didn't seem to be paying attention anymore. We had apparently bored him. He sighed loudly and whispered to Puppy that he didn't understand what we were talking about either.
"No idea...a neighbor? Another coworker who saw you?" Toro suggested.
"I hope not, I don't need more people to worry about. Damn! Why won't everybody leave us alone? You're right, it could be anyone...which is scary as fuck."
"Wh-what's scary as f-fuck and... wh-who has the p-police behind?" Frankie suddenly showed interest. No way I would explain everything to him. I didn't think it would do him any good to become acquainted with everything his mother had done. He had enough with knowing she had abandoned him. Twice.
"Oh the...the bad guys that hurt me, the police are following them."
"Th-they didn't get th-them yet?" he opened his eyes big with terror. "B-but...but what if th-they come for us?"
"No, Frankie..." Ray rescued me, his glare telling me I had fucked up. "...they won't come anywhere near you because the police are watching, they found out where they are and almost got them."
"S-sure?"
"Sure." I assented.
"K-kay. An-and what you said it's s-scary?" Damn Frank's good memory.
"I was telling Ray that I don't know who's the asshole that told Sarah the truth about us. It scares me because it could be anyone."
"Ahh! D-don't be s-scared! S-sarah will f-forgive you, anyway." he pecked my lips and his smile was so reassuring that what he said sounded like a premonition. Maybe I had to trust it.
Soon it was time for Ray to leave, since he had to work. However, he kept analyzing my curled up figure and wouldn't move from his spot.
"Ray...your dad's not going to be happy."
"Are you sure you're gonna be fine, Gerard?" he asked for the fifth time. I'd counted them.
"Yes I will, I'll be better tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? How about now? Gee, look...I can stay. I'll call my dad and tell him you're sick and there's no one else to stay with you."
"Ray, no. Not necessary and your dad dislikes me enough." I got up with a grunt.
"He doesn't..."
"Yes he does, you know he does though we've never known the reason." I dragged him to the door.
"Y-your dad doesn't l-like Gee?" Frankie cried out. "Wh-why? Gerard's so l-likeable!"
"I agree!" Ray laughed. "I really don't know."
"Toro...go."
"I'll t-take care of G-gee. Yep, you c-can go." Frank assured him.
"Okay, but you call me for whatever you need, any of you!"
"Yes, Ray!"
I was considerably fine for a while; watching random TV shows with Frankie, kissing, talking and wrestling Puppy. The mental exhaustion, the anger, the blame and the fear were alive, only hidden for Frank, for us. I handled it well until the cartoon we'd been watching ended. The News was next, but we were both too entangled and entertained to care about the whereabouts of the remote control. They didn't announce anything tragic, or big. It's not that they mentioned the name of someone I knew. No, just the normal everyday News resumé which included a comment on the imminent rise in price of medicaments. Maybe they didn't mean all of them, it hadn't been specified, anyway it resuscitated my worries. Even without a rise, Frank's meds were expensive. Anthony was helping as much as possible, contributing with half the amount or sometimes more; but if I lost my job we'd be in trouble. Tony's wasn't stable. There were months when no one would need his web designing abilities. Not to mention the little money they usually got from playing with the band. What now?
"Wh-why you stopped k-kissing me?" Frankie protested.
"Oh I was...listening."
"T-to what?"
"Nothing, just the news."
"B-booooring!" he chanted.
I tried, I really tried but I couldn't stop my accelerated thoughts. They had taken over all my senses. I was measuring possibilities, consequences, solutions; all without any certitude. I hadn't been fired yet, but what were the chances of avoiding it?
Frankie was drawing, having gotten tired of my lack of response. He wasn't angry, he had kissed me and said he'd stay quiet so I would be able to think. I wasn't being the best conversationalist and I wouldn't until I sorted my preoccupations out, so I thanked him and told him I was sorry.
We hadn't talked for more than half an hour and my thinking hadn't taken me to any good port. I was on the verge of tears. Nervous, edgy, aching for a drink. I heard Frankie speaking but I couldn't snap out. I heard him closer and closer and it was hard to separate his voice from my thoughts.
"G-gee...Gerard! G-GEE!" the tug at my arm brought me back too abruptly.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?" I blew up. Right after I sunk deeply into a sea of guilt. The aggression and volume I had put into that phrase were destined to release my frustration. Frankie had nothing to do with it. He meant the opposite to those feelings and I had hurt him, scared him. I had screamed at him for no reason.
There he was pale and shaky, standing still in the middle of the living room; holding a piece of paper to his chest and crying.
"Oh God, Frankie I'm sorry..."
"I...I didn't d-do anything b-bad I...I was g-good..." he sobbed. I came near him and he flinched.
"Baby please, I'd never hurt you! Of course you were good, you're always good. I...I just have some problems right now, I'm too nervous. When you touched me I was distracted and reacted bad, but I didn't mean it. I'm not angry at you... never at you, love."
"I d-don't like when p-people scream at m-me..."
"I know, I'm sorry. Come sit with me..." I took his hand and he allowed me to guide him.
"W-was gonna sh-show you this. Th-the gnomes didn't w-want and I did the s-same and...d-didn't care if they g-got angry. T-told them it was f-for you 'cause...'c-cause you're s-sad. B-but you got angry 'c-cause I'm an-annoying...."
"You're not annoying."
"Y-yes I am and you're an-angry...sorry."
"No, I'm not angry! Can I see what you did? I'm sure your friends will understand." I extended my hand. Now I felt like a monster. For different reasons than what some people thought but I was still a monster.
"K-kay..." Frankie gave me the drawing and timidly kissed my cheek. He awaited, unsure whether he had done the right thing. My lips pressed to his put his mind at ease and he relaxed as I observed his work and met the gnomes for the first time. Vibrant colors, happy faces; the six all very similar but different at the same time, like he wanted to show their individual personalities. And they were dancing, for me.
I felt better while holding Frank. He told me stories about gnomes, fairies, talking animals and walking plants. I let him take me to his innocent, problem-free world. If he -who had been through so much in his life- could leave it all behind to enjoy this fantasy land that resided inside of his head, why couldn't I? It helped him, at least. He had forgotten about my outburst and was smiling and giggling and caressing my hair as he spoke. I could use some of that magic.
When he fell asleep I fell back to earth. It normally wasn't a problem, but this day it was. I didn't want to be alone with my thoughts, my cravings.
I called Anthony. The Homeless Souls were playing early that night, so he didn't have much time before the show started. The same he listened to me as I told him what had happened, my fears and worries. I didn't mention how I'd been needing to drink; I had never confessed my problem to him, fearing that he wouldn't like me as his son's boyfriend anymore.
Tony encouraged me to wait before despairing. Even if things resulted wrong, he reminded me that now that Frank existed legally, we could try and get his meds for free. I didn't like that idea, not as long as Linda and her man were on the loose. I didn't want anything coming from the government until it felt safe.
About my suspicions on who might have delated me he -like Ray- didn't think it had been the infamous couple. I wasn't that sure, though. What if they'd told someone else to do it?
Tony gave me a little more hope about my employment situation and said he would go talk to Sarah if necessary. However, I ended up dwelling even more upon my paranoia. That old sense of having our every move monitored returned.
I struggled to swallow some of the pizza we had ordered -I was too out of it to cook- and the soda I drank tasted like water. Insipid, weak, harmless. Not what I needed, not what could calm me.
Everything around bothered me, I constantly felt like crying. Frankie was asking if I was fine over and over again and I was concentrating hard on not losing it.
"G-gee...you're not o-okay. I kn-know 'cause...y-you're not t-talking to me. Y-you always t-talk to me. Y-you're sick?" he didn't find it normal that I wasn't answering his famous questions about cartoons. He'd always want to know everything that wasn't said, the part of the characters' lives that wasn't shown. He'd ask me what I thought they liked to eat, if they shit and whether their excrements smelled, why they always wore the same clothes and even if they made love. I usually answered it all, using my imagination and having fun with it. We would spend hours discussing the 'behind the scene'.
This night I couldn't, and Frank's worried face was the last thing I needed to make the doubtful decision I had been postponing. I would go for the only thing that could relax me, just enough to stop the tension.
"Frankie...would you like an ice cream?" I asked him.
"Y-YES!" he exclaimed, then froze and looked at me weirdly. "B-but Gee...it's too c-cold..."
"Oh...we'll go buy some and bring it home. It's warm in here, isn't it?" I began to feel low for coming up with that just to go for my vice. At least I wouldn't leave him home alone like I'd once done to buy cigarettes...
"Y-yeah, you're r-right. B-but...it's n-night and kinda l-late." Frank objected. Without knowing, he seemed to be trying to keep me home. If only the need wasn't growing in me at exponential rates, maybe that could have stopped me.
"We'll go to the supermarket around the corner, so we'll be back very quickly. I promise."
"K-kay, then!" Right when he said that I faltered. I considered stepping back, but Frankie's eyes were sparkling at the thought of ice cream. Too late. Could I, perhaps, resist the temptation?
"Go for your jacket and scarf, I don't want you to get a cold."
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