“Oh.”
“And the last.” This time, Robin went with brutal honesty. “He never could get back on track. Half the guys that didn’t fall into drugs and alcohol over there did when they got home. I had never even tried grass—pot—until I tried it right here in this house with Frank. My parents weren’t accepting of the homosexual thing. They weren’t terribly understanding of Frank’s mental state either, and that we both used. One of those things was worse than all the others. Anyway, we were into some deep s**t before too long, and Frank got worse.”
* * * *
“You f*****g someone at work?” Frank bellowed.
“No. No, Frank. I swear.” Robin trembled. Frank was scary when angry.
“Then why’re you always in such a goddamned hurry to get there.”
“It’s work. It’s…it’s money. We need it.”
“So now I’m yo
