Chapter 71 – A Lunch Date

• While Frankie drives us to my lunch shift at Lupa, he doesn’t mention – at all – anything that may or my have not passed between us this morning. I watch him carefully from the corner of my eye, watching for any hint or a sign but…
• No, there’s really nothing. Frankie’s rather a lock box, isn’t he? I watch him, listening as he chats and jokes, keeping up a casual monologue as he so frequently does, and I wonder passively what other secrets he’s got hidden away in his heart and his mind.
• If Frankie notices me studying him with particular gravity today, he doesn’t give any sign of it. So I just continue to watch him, half looking for a little slip, half just…admiring the straight line of his jaw as he speaks, the changing shape of his lips.