Re: phonecall: frank/connie
No, nobody got hurt. Somebody stopped me. [A half-hearted noise of relief.] I got to be a monster with some self-restraint. Sounds like other people had it worse than me.
[While she talked about concepts of the real and unreal, he worked on his food, looking ahead. He was listening, though, and when she was done asking questions, he said:] Does it matter so much? She meant something to you. [He shrugged one shoulder. It could be that simple, couldn't it?] Who's your worst enemy? [A shrewd look.] Don't say you. There's always somebody worse than you.
[He sat halfway up when she started to stand, ready to grab her if she stumbled again. But no, she was fine - just moving for the cookie jar.] I forgot about these. [A pleased rumble. He took two off the plate. Alright, so everything in the world was shit, but somebody out there was still baking. So something was alright.]