Columbia knocked again. She had been thinking about what she had said to
Frank all the night before. She reasoned that the anniversary was tonight,
and he didn't mean to be angry. She also had to remind herself that he was
grieving over breaking a young girl's spirit.
There was still no answer at the door, and Col tried the door. It gave gently, and she shakily called, "Frank?" Silence. She nudged the door open a bit more. "Frank, I'm sorry I got angry.. I know you're under pressure.. Can I come in?"
There was still no answer, so she tiptoed in. What she saw before her flipped her into panic mode. She recognized it all. Flashes of the past sped through her conscious as she saw the stray feathers. The red feathers of a boa.
His armchair was knocked over. Next to it, on the floor, were a few odd-shaped objects that she couldn't recognize. She moved closer, guessing what they were just as she realized-eye shadow.
She picked up the open cosmetic case, looking around her feet. There was also a hand-held mirror, and a dark, blood-red lipstick stain in the rug. "Oh, Frankie.. Oh, why did you feel that you had to.." She dropped the case, realizing that this was not the only problem. She wondered where Frank was now..
"Frank!?" She looked into the kitchen and bedroom, finding no one. She cautiously checked the bathroom, and still there was no sign of Frank. Finally, she hurried to the door. As she was shutting it, she saw Frank's briefcase against the wall. She opened the door again, whispering to herself, "Oh my God.. Fay."
There was still no answer at the door, and Col tried the door. It gave gently, and she shakily called, "Frank?" Silence. She nudged the door open a bit more. "Frank, I'm sorry I got angry.. I know you're under pressure.. Can I come in?"
There was still no answer, so she tiptoed in. What she saw before her flipped her into panic mode. She recognized it all. Flashes of the past sped through her conscious as she saw the stray feathers. The red feathers of a boa.
His armchair was knocked over. Next to it, on the floor, were a few odd-shaped objects that she couldn't recognize. She moved closer, guessing what they were just as she realized-eye shadow.
She picked up the open cosmetic case, looking around her feet. There was also a hand-held mirror, and a dark, blood-red lipstick stain in the rug. "Oh, Frankie.. Oh, why did you feel that you had to.." She dropped the case, realizing that this was not the only problem. She wondered where Frank was now..
"Frank!?" She looked into the kitchen and bedroom, finding no one. She cautiously checked the bathroom, and still there was no sign of Frank. Finally, she hurried to the door. As she was shutting it, she saw Frank's briefcase against the wall. She opened the door again, whispering to herself, "Oh my God.. Fay."