Trixie froze, setting the tablet down with shaking hands. "Did you just say - Frank..." She looked up at Carl, who knew this woman - this French woman who married an American and had a son called Frank who didn't take the divorce very well. She could feel the blood drain from her face. This was Frank's mother. She'd probably made exactly the wrong impression.
Carl nodded. "She did." He looked to Paula. "Yeah, Frank introduced us." He grinned. "Has she shown you her ring yet?"