"Dammit, Janet!"
"Don't you yell at me! I can go wherever I want, you don't have to monitor me!"
There was a slapping noise, "You should have told me, so I could have been here, too! Besides, I think you're the last person Frank would have wanted to see!"
Frank opened one eye. His line of vision showed Brad and Janet bickering, with Janet's back facing him. Brad hadn't noticed Frank opening his eye, so Frank was obliged to keep watching. Janet said defensively, "Who says he really disliked it?"
Brad looked furious, "What happened to clean, sweet, loving Janet? Now all you think about is.. Frank."
Frank could see Janet's curls bounce as she replied, "She's gone, Brad.. But I still love you, you know.. I just don't.. lust after you. You're a great guy.. You're just not Frank."
Columbia walked into view. Frank tried to shut his eye, but wasn't quick enough. She saw him, walking over, "Good afternoon.. Sleep well?"
Frank sat up reluctantly, rubbing his eyes, "For sleeping on waiting room chairs.. Yes, pretty well."
Janet and Brad had been shocked into silence, hoping that Frank hadn't heard what was going on. Frank had made his mind up about something in his sleep. He had realized that he would not give Janet the satisfaction of hurting him. He had also come up with a plan.
He stood up and walked into room 761. Feral was just waking up. She yawned, happy to see him, "Hello, Frank."
He sat on the edge of her bed, "Hello.. Listen, love, I have to go home and get changed."
"Into what?"
"Into.. some alternate clothing.. Choice a la Janet."
Fay looked sad a moment, then said, "I understand.. What are you going to do with her, you think?" Frank smiled, winking, "Nothing."
Fay looked frightened, "She'll have you arrested!"
Frank nodded enthusiastically, "I know! Isn't she so predictable?"
Fay raised an eyebrow, "Er.. I think this day has been rather stressful on you.. Are you ok, Frank?"
He patted her foot and stood, "Don't worry about me."
He left at a quick walk, and Feral felt horribly sure that he had finally lost it. She tried to see a plan, something he might have stumbled upon, but couldn't find a single thing. She ended up consoling herself with the following: Thank God for visitation rights.
"Don't you yell at me! I can go wherever I want, you don't have to monitor me!"
There was a slapping noise, "You should have told me, so I could have been here, too! Besides, I think you're the last person Frank would have wanted to see!"
Frank opened one eye. His line of vision showed Brad and Janet bickering, with Janet's back facing him. Brad hadn't noticed Frank opening his eye, so Frank was obliged to keep watching. Janet said defensively, "Who says he really disliked it?"
Brad looked furious, "What happened to clean, sweet, loving Janet? Now all you think about is.. Frank."
Frank could see Janet's curls bounce as she replied, "She's gone, Brad.. But I still love you, you know.. I just don't.. lust after you. You're a great guy.. You're just not Frank."
Columbia walked into view. Frank tried to shut his eye, but wasn't quick enough. She saw him, walking over, "Good afternoon.. Sleep well?"
Frank sat up reluctantly, rubbing his eyes, "For sleeping on waiting room chairs.. Yes, pretty well."
Janet and Brad had been shocked into silence, hoping that Frank hadn't heard what was going on. Frank had made his mind up about something in his sleep. He had realized that he would not give Janet the satisfaction of hurting him. He had also come up with a plan.
He stood up and walked into room 761. Feral was just waking up. She yawned, happy to see him, "Hello, Frank."
He sat on the edge of her bed, "Hello.. Listen, love, I have to go home and get changed."
"Into what?"
"Into.. some alternate clothing.. Choice a la Janet."
Fay looked sad a moment, then said, "I understand.. What are you going to do with her, you think?" Frank smiled, winking, "Nothing."
Fay looked frightened, "She'll have you arrested!"
Frank nodded enthusiastically, "I know! Isn't she so predictable?"
Fay raised an eyebrow, "Er.. I think this day has been rather stressful on you.. Are you ok, Frank?"
He patted her foot and stood, "Don't worry about me."
He left at a quick walk, and Feral felt horribly sure that he had finally lost it. She tried to see a plan, something he might have stumbled upon, but couldn't find a single thing. She ended up consoling herself with the following: Thank God for visitation rights.