27: Epilogue
Frank stood on the doorstep of Pod’s house, still in his raggedy fisherman’s garb. This was a strange way to see one’s life flashing before their eyes. It certainly felt real as he nervously flexed his fingers. When there was no answer after the second knock, he tested the knob and found it unlocked.
Dirt on the floor, empties everywhere, a big banner celebrating her getting her master’s, nothing from the party had been cleaned up. Frank carefully stepped over the broken glass in the kitchen, telling himself he’d clean it up on his way out. Suddenly he heard movement coming from the foot of the staircase. Was she awake already? What if she’d hurt herself? Frank’s thick sailor’s shoes crunched through the glass as he came to see Roco starting up the stairs. The man turned at
