Fickle Frank #AtoZChallenge
“Is Frank coming over?” Fitz asked while putting away the last of the dishes.
Farrah shrugged then wiped his hands on a dishtowel. “He said he was but he won’t.”
Fitz opened his mouth to speak but the phone ringing cut him off. Fitz watched him reach for it and answer. He knew immediately it was Frank. The man always called about an hour before to cancel, it was a pattern with him.
When he and Fitz first moved into their new patio home they invited their neighbor Frank over all the time. They felt bad for him since no one ever came over. Farrah also pointed out the lack of furniture or any furnishings in the home. That was almost a year ago.
Their invitations had tapered off since Frank always canceled on them. In fact Farrah could only remember Frank actually coming over three times out of the hundreds of times they’ve invited him. “No, it’s okay Frank.” Farrah heard Fitz say and he knew Frank wasn’t coming.
He sighed and headed for the front to grab the package left on the stoop. It came earlier but he and Fitz were preoccupied…
The sun shone bright as Farrah bent to retrieve the box. A stray paper caught his eye. He shook his head and went to pick up the paper. Littering got on his absolute last nerve.
Paper in hand and his box he went back inside. With the box on the table he went for the trash when he noticed the name on the paper. Frank Frander.
He held it up and began to read (even though he knew he shouldn’t, he just couldn’t help himself). Fitz came up behind him. “Whatcha got?”
Farrah said nothing; instead, he handed Fitz the paper.
Farrah stood still processing what he read. The letter was declaring Frank’s ex-wife had petitioned for sole custody of their two sons. It was dated well over three months ago. Things finally clicked for Farrah as to why Frank was never around.
“Think we should help him?” Fitz asked.
Fitz kissed his neck. “Don’t know. We’ll think of something. We always do.”
Farrah had to admit Fitz was right. They’d think of something.