Mark
We had the weekend off work and when we were with the family, Frank was in good spirits. I could see in his eyes that something was eating away at him though, particularly when Mom and Annabella talked about how sweet Annie was. She was under his skin and I frowned as I sipped my iced tea over lunch. We both wanted her and I saw the way that she looked at us, but Frank said that she told him no. We would never force ourselves on a girl.
I went out that Saturday, separate from Frank. I noticed that night when I walked in late that he wasn’t home yet and grinned, hoping that he was working whatever the hell was wrong with him out of his system. I wasn’t an insensitive asshole and I knew that he missed Dad as much as the rest of us did, and I would try and let this thing with Annie go.
