Re: phonecall: frank/connie
[Frank continued working on his sandwich. On the surface, his expression didn't change a whit.] Then I'll keep showing up.
Tall...goopy guy. [So Frank didn't believe in ghosts. The night before had been too weird to explain away with a convenient 'mass hallucinations' or 'psychogenic drugs.' Maybe the goopy guy was real, or maybe he wasn't. Like he'd said about her friend, it didn't much matter if he represented something bad to Connie.] So. What's he like? He try to hurt you in your dreams? What's he do?
[The cookies were perfectly chewy, still a little soft, but not too much. He gave the first one a side eye, then popped the rest in his mouth.] I'll keep saving if you keep baking. [His mouth was still full, so this noble promise came with a spray of crumbs.]