"The luggage, sir"
Frankie lifted it and pushed it to the guard's side. The man picked it up and placed it on a roller machine, that scanned the interior. For a minute, I thought of how Master must have carried the suitcase all by himself from the house when I had to get the keys he forgot.
"Did you get the main keys?"
I nodded, checking for them in my pocket. They were of our house, a replica we had made since she had come there permanently.
"Took so long...", he muttered.
I shrugged. Of course, I had felt a tummy ache then. It gushed out the entire noodles I had for breakfast.
"Nothing sir...the keys were not...there or here..."
"They were on the table"
I held my breath.
How did he...?
'Look after yourself, Frank"
Again, the same nickname.
I bowed and took our bags from th
