Frankie's gait broke as she spotted Vinnie. Was he drunk? Fucking great. Just what she needed. Knowing her luck, they'd get into a fight. They fought a lot more lately than ever in the past. He was stressed out, she was stressed out, and they had trouble talking about their problems.
"I needed to clear my head," she told her brother as she walked past him and into the building. It wasn't as warm as she would have liked, but it was a hell of a lot better than standing out in the elements.