“There’d better be,” he murmurs. “Because I want Olive Garden tonight.”I burst out laughing as the pair of us walk out the door and into the night.When Frankie and I stumble into the motel room the next night, we’re both laughing a little hysterically, our arms packed with bags – fast food, clothe
Suddenly, as Frankie just watches me quietly, waiting for me to tell him what I want, I sigh in frustration, kind of pissed at him for putting all of these stupid choices on my shoulders. “Frank!” I growl, my teeth together a bit as I pull my leg up and give him a soft kick with my bare foot.“Ow!”
It sounds amazing, doesn’t it?“Life in America?” Frankie gives a dry shrug. “Cornfields. Trailer parks. You know, a lot of…meth…”I start to laugh as Frankie lists more horrors, shaking my head at him. “You’re so biased.”“I am not!” he protests, laughing too as he presses a hand to his chest. “I a
We take a bus to the airport, disembarking not at the departures terminal but instead at the cargo terminal. I hoist the backpack higher on my shoulder and glance up at Frankie as the bus drives away without us.“So, I take it we’re not flying first class?”He smirks at me, slipping his arm around m
“Yeah, well, you’re just lucky I owed Betty a favor and needed the cash. You have five minutes before I close the door.”Frankie nods, reaching out and taking my hand even as he continues to look up into the man’s face.The man starts to move away and then looks between us again as he sighs, looking
Frankie tightens his arm around me. “Iris, please.”“Frank,” I snap, casting a hand out towards Giana’s private plane. “This is…this is not by chance.”“Did you arrange this!?” he gasps, staring down at me.“No!” I shout, giving him a little shove. “Frankie, this is like…fate! Intervening! The…unive
I look up into her face with a frown now, not understanding.“Well,” Giana says with a little shrug. “You were…kind of Violetta’s Lucy, weren’t you?” Giana says, as gently as she can. “The…girl down the hall who was kind of…there if he wanted her. I mean, it was different – he was in love with you i
Things move fast as Frankie and I climb into the cargo plane, the door slamming shut behind us not a minute after we start making our way to the front.I pause for a second after the door is closed, looking backwards towards the pallets stacked with goods. “But the shoes,” I murmur, my feet already