Lillian was feeling awful, but she still told him where she was.
She was out, sitting alone at a café.
Nobody invited her out today - she'd just come out by herself for a drink. With that two-million-dollar necklace Mrs. Ackerley had given her around her neck, plus the designer outfit she had on, she was soaking in the admiring looks people were giving her. That attention gave her a bit of reassurance.
Soon, Frank rushed over.
Lillian greeted him with a smile. "Dad? What brings you here? I ordered your favorite-black coffee."
But before she could even finish, Frank raised a hand and slapped her right across the face.
The sound was sharp and loud enough to turn heads.
Lillian froze, eyes widening in disbelief and hurt. "Dad? You hit me?"
She covered her face, eyes
