Frankie stood by his grandfather and namesake the entire time that his father basically blew his stack out in the woods. Frank had put his arm around the boy's shoulders, trying to comfort him.
"I've never seen Dad this upset," Frankie whispered to his grandfather. Frank's lips pressed together.
"It'll be all right. He just needs to get it out," Frank assured his grandson, and by the time Neville returned inside he looked very worn out and drained.
"Dad...are you okay?" Frankie asked in a timid voice after he got a chance to interject between the conversation of his father and Alice.
Frank snorted, rolling his eyes at his wife.
"My temper?" He then faced Neville. "Obviously she never told you about how she and I first met, and she was threatening to castrate some poor bloke with garden shears."