Frannie was in a rush. What was she doing? How long had she overslept? She'd woke up in Cecil's bed. Not a stitch on. The more she looked around. The more frantic she became. Where was Nico?
What an awful mother she was? What had she done with him? What was she trying to do?
She pulled the sheet around her and felt so scared. Had she left him at the pub? Would the police be after her? Abandoning the only thing that made her want to keep going in the world. How could she? She was on the verge of tears and then she found him laying on his back on the cushion on the floor in a laundry basket not so far from the bed.
He looked so comfortable. She didn't want to wake him. What was she to do? Everyone was asleep but her. She looked around at Cecil's bare room. She wasn't sure what to expect. Pinup pictures of some kind. Perhaps a scull and cross-bone flag. Really, he just slept here, didn't he?
She walked by him and she felt his hand on her wrist then so unexpected.
"Where are you going?"
"I didn't know it was getting so late." She was sure they'd be furious with her at work.
"You should call in sick," he told her.
"Please, don't go yet." He got up then and she'd expected he'd be nude too, but he wasn't. He wore sleep pants.
She cleared her throat.
"You said you never sleep well with your clothes on." He told her.
"Did I say that?" She tried to smile.
"Nothing happened." He told her.
She shook her head, but when he kissed her it felt like something must have. Or it could.
7 hours ago