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“I HOPE YOU like the place. Watch your step,” Frannie said as we headed downstairs to the lower level of the townhouse. “Everyone seems to trip on that last one.”
“Will do, thanks,” I replied, looking around the basement in approval. I’d been half expecting little old lady furniture, cat nick-knacks, and doilies, but had been pleasantly surprised to find an actual man-cave. One that Slammer had obviously put together at one point.
“Did you have a hard time finding the place?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Please, don’t call me that,” she said. “It makes me feel like a grandma. Although, I am. I just don’t want to be reminded about my age.”
“Sorry. Would it help if I told you that you didn’t look anything at all like a grandma?” I said, taking a closer look at her. Tall
