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“Frank, I honestly didn’t think that you would come,” Evelyn said with this special voice she had; it seemed completely engaged, yet committed to nothing. Frank had always wondered just how she managed that.
“Well, you know, I don’t like to miss out on free booze.”
She laughed a light, glass-like laugh that may have seemed legitimate to a very young child. She was completely back in her element now, no longer slumming it. Frank felt a sad smile touch his lips and wanted nothing more than to hold onto it like some sort of life raft.
“You haven’t changed at all since the days back at Monte Video,” she said with a smile. Yet again that dreaded dichotomy was all over her as her eyes admonished him there in front of everyone.
Frank was suddenly reminded of the idea that there is no light without shadow, that there are no rich without a structure of poor to keep them up and contrast them. He suddenly knew his job as entertainment, as clown.
“Evelyn, this is my roommate Bryan.”
Bryan, able to snap into pristine social graces with an amazing speed and agility, threw on his best smile and shook Evelyn’s hand warmly.
“And this is Vanessa, I actually just met her, but she was just telling me the most fascinating story,” Evelyn said turning to the tall and slender woman standing beside her.
Frank shook her hand and looked at her with brows deeply furrowed. She noticed this as she slightly jerked her hand away, a look of alarm creeping into her eyes.
“Sorry,” Frank said quickly. “You just really remind me of someone and I can’t quite place it.”
Frank looked at Bryan for help and he merely shrugged.
“I get that a lot,” she said with a smile, turning back towards Evelyn. “I’ll let you go Evelyn, I just wanted to say hello.”
“Oh,” Evelyn looked mildly confused. “Okay. I’ll talk to you later.”
Evelyn and Frank looked at each other for a moment. Frank searched for something to talk about and Evelyn appeared as uncomfortable as her stiff new façade would allow.
“Well,” Frank started.
“Well, I better go finish making the rounds,” she said with a small smile. “It’s nice to meet you Bryan. You guys help yourself to the keg and punch, it’s downstairs in the kitchen area.”
With that, she was off with a squeal of pleasure at seeing a woman she knew.
“Were we just dismissed?” Frank asked Bryan.
“You’re way overanalyzing. Let’s get a drink.”
“Well, you know, I don’t like to miss out on free booze.”
She laughed a light, glass-like laugh that may have seemed legitimate to a very young child. She was completely back in her element now, no longer slumming it. Frank felt a sad smile touch his lips and wanted nothing more than to hold onto it like some sort of life raft.
“You haven’t changed at all since the days back at Monte Video,” she said with a smile. Yet again that dreaded dichotomy was all over her as her eyes admonished him there in front of everyone.
Frank was suddenly reminded of the idea that there is no light without shadow, that there are no rich without a structure of poor to keep them up and contrast them. He suddenly knew his job as entertainment, as clown.
“Evelyn, this is my roommate Bryan.”
Bryan, able to snap into pristine social graces with an amazing speed and agility, threw on his best smile and shook Evelyn’s hand warmly.
“And this is Vanessa, I actually just met her, but she was just telling me the most fascinating story,” Evelyn said turning to the tall and slender woman standing beside her.
Frank shook her hand and looked at her with brows deeply furrowed. She noticed this as she slightly jerked her hand away, a look of alarm creeping into her eyes.
“Sorry,” Frank said quickly. “You just really remind me of someone and I can’t quite place it.”
Frank looked at Bryan for help and he merely shrugged.
“I get that a lot,” she said with a smile, turning back towards Evelyn. “I’ll let you go Evelyn, I just wanted to say hello.”
“Oh,” Evelyn looked mildly confused. “Okay. I’ll talk to you later.”
Evelyn and Frank looked at each other for a moment. Frank searched for something to talk about and Evelyn appeared as uncomfortable as her stiff new façade would allow.
“Well,” Frank started.
“Well, I better go finish making the rounds,” she said with a small smile. “It’s nice to meet you Bryan. You guys help yourself to the keg and punch, it’s downstairs in the kitchen area.”
With that, she was off with a squeal of pleasure at seeing a woman she knew.
“Were we just dismissed?” Frank asked Bryan.
“You’re way overanalyzing. Let’s get a drink.”
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