That night, Frankie gave Auto the coldest shoulder possible.
He grinned as she crossed her arms.
"What's the matter, babydoll? You mad at Daddy?"
She gave an indignant harumph.
"C'mon gorgeous," He coaxed, kissing her head. "Don't be mad. She's not even a friend, she's a sister to me."
"And are you a brother to her?"
Auto squinted his eyes in disbelief. "Of course! She wants to plan our wedding for God's sake! Have I ever given you a reason to doubt my loyalty to you?"
She refused to answer. Instead, the woman tied her hair up. She slipped into bed, turning her back.
"Okay, no. I will not let you go to bed angry at me."
Auto climbed into bed with her. "Please, just tell me what you want? What will make this better?"
Frankie thought about it. "Will you never speak to her again?"
