Lola
Going to Frank's house was already quite difficult. I didn't need to torment myself by saying things like: I know this place well.
The worst scenario that went through my mind was that he would believe that I was still interested in him. For a moment I wondered what he would think about it, if it were true, what would he do.
Mrs. Tillis showed up around five, asking if we would have dinner at six-thirty and giving Frank's excuses for why he wouldn't be there. When I last saw him, he invited us to have dinner with him and now he changed his mind. It had to be because he didn't want me making comments that suggested that he and I had been more than we should have. I wondered if the past and what we had experienced hurt him as much as it hurt me.
I told Mrs. Tillis that we didn't wan
