[ he's actually kind of glad she caught him up. dropping flowers and running is more of the same shit in the end, and isn't he trying to change? danny had told them people can, if they want to. and that kid was somehow full of like zen bullshit wisdom he kind of had been completely sucked in by (oops.) ]
Me too.
[ frank turns away from her again, but only to traverse the two streets that separate their houses. aretha is already nudged in smoothly against his side, waiting for her next instruction. claire had probably noticed the work going on at house 6. kamala and frank had been working hard, detritus built up in the yard from where they're tearing down the soundproofing. it's a metaphor he's sure but one he hasn't bothered to look into yet. there's a power line running to it now, too, and a small pen in the backyard with a friendly groffle whose tail can probably be seen around the side as they come up to the porch. it's more of the same, frank finally having found a project at least shortterm. he'll probably be begging karen and claire to fix up theirs next.
he opens the door for her and leaves it open after himself, rather than make her go first. aretha is getting better at barrelling by, waiting her turn and stepping gingerly inside. before the pair is even in he's beelining for the kitchen to start their coffee, a shiny new percolator (and popcorn maker) sitting out on the counter along with a crate full of coffee. this is more like it, hell town #2. maybe next time there will be bourbon too. ]
brackets will be easier they said it'll be great they said
Me too.
[ frank turns away from her again, but only to traverse the two streets that separate their houses. aretha is already nudged in smoothly against his side, waiting for her next instruction. claire had probably noticed the work going on at house 6. kamala and frank had been working hard, detritus built up in the yard from where they're tearing down the soundproofing. it's a metaphor he's sure but one he hasn't bothered to look into yet. there's a power line running to it now, too, and a small pen in the backyard with a friendly groffle whose tail can probably be seen around the side as they come up to the porch. it's more of the same, frank finally having found a project at least shortterm. he'll probably be begging karen and claire to fix up theirs next.
he opens the door for her and leaves it open after himself, rather than make her go first. aretha is getting better at barrelling by, waiting her turn and stepping gingerly inside. before the pair is even in he's beelining for the kitchen to start their coffee, a shiny new percolator (and popcorn maker) sitting out on the counter along with a crate full of coffee. this is more like it, hell town #2. maybe next time there will be bourbon too. ]