Chapter Eight — Crazy Emotions
The doorbell rings early in the morning and Frankie doesn’t even bother to get up. Maybe it’s some salesman or June has some kind of friend coming over. That would surprise her, though. June isn’t exactly the inviting-friends-over type.
After a second ring, the front door unlocks. Voices reverberate through the hallway. Frankie buries her head in the pillow to deafen herself. She turned off the sound of her phone four days ago, after everyone kept calling her. She didn’t pick up once. Pretty sure David left some awfully angry voicemail messages for her to roll her eyes over. Fuck David.
Kennedy just texted. Five times. It went like this.
Saturday, 6:34 p.m. — ’Where are you? The show’s about to start.’
Saturday, 11:13 p.m. — ’Frankie, are you okay? Are you sick?’
Monday, 10:01 a.m. — ‘Okay. Noor’s being a bitch. I guess that has something to do with you.’
Thursday, 15:44 p.m. — ‘Frankie?’ Continue reading “Frankie at work – Chapter 8: Crazy emotions”