"Is something wrong, Frank?" Yeah," Frank said honestly. "I'm tired. I'm dehydrated. I don't remember the last time I ate. I can't go home... and I'm ...ut here with you, avoiding everything that we should be talking about because I'm completely freaked every time I think about how you might flip on me." Why would I do that, Frank?" Oliver asked, alarmed as he moved to sit down.Frank only sighed and leaned into him. "I'm sorry, Oliver. I'm just kinda testy right now, you know? I'm not feeling. “Hello” you answer. “Hey Diva,I just wanted to call you and let you know how happy I am that you’re here,” I say to you. We chat brieflyand you go to sit in front of the TV. You thumb through my DVD's when the phone rings again. It’s me, “I’m coming home.” “Why”, you question me. I respond, “I want to be where you are.”I pull up into the drive and you hear the key in the door. I enter to see you standing at the top of the stairs inthe same robe. Surprised, I stop right there briefly… our eyes. Her sister asleep on the floor. "Bored?" I asked young girl? She smiled,flashed her braces at me, and stood up and followed me out to the yard for a cigarette. I was in a pair of jeans and a flanneljacket, and this little 75lb thing followed me out barefoot in a nightshirt. Standing on my feet and rubbing against me to keep warm. I gave her what i assume was her first drags of menthol cigarette, cuz she got giggly and swayed real fast. Than unexpectedly jumped into my arms, wrapping her arms. On some things, probably more than he trustedhis own wacky sister."Kelly's okay," said Harry, avoiding the pronoun. "They've probablygone to some mall to shop."Barbie nodded. "Earlier, Andie said Triangle Square."***An odd name for a mall, thought Phil Constable. Cutesy. It certainlyhadn't been there the last time he'd been in Orange County, almostthirteen years ago. He swung along the street easily, this end ofHarbor Boulevard seemed to have gone upscale a bit from the way heremembered it.He.