("Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends," its characters and situations are copyright of their respective owners. Story copyright 2011 by George Pollock, Jr. All rights reserved.)
I Spoke as a Child
by
George Pollock, Jr.
Part 2
Mac did not like the guy. The guy who came to the house early that evening. He didn't like him at all.
Frankie said she met him at a store earlier that week. They started talking, and he eventually asked her out on a date. She had said yes but admitted she accepted primarily to end his intense insistence, his always returning to the subject. He absolutely wouldn't take "no" for an answer.
But he seemed nice, she said.
He was a big guy and looked very strong. He was nice enough when Frankie introduced him to Madame Foster and even Mac. She preferred not to introduce any imaginary friends at first. She said she had told him where she lived and worked – and what that involved – but admitted she didn't want strangers to freak out the first time they visited and encountered the friends. Especially if they weren't going to adopt one.
But Mac didn't feel good looking at him. Even though the guy acted nice, he seemed to not like having to meet the boy and the old woman. As if it was something unexpected that he was forced to cope with on the spur of the moment. He glanced around a lot, almost as if he were afraid someone else would show up at any second.
And Mac didn't like how he kept looking at Frankie. Like he was … well, Mac didn't know …
Like he was, maybe, kind of hungry.
Frankie had left with the guy, his arm already draped over her shoulder. She looked uncomfortable and shrugged it off her body with a nervous joke.
The door closed behind them, and Mac did not like the guy. Not at all.
