Big Frank (3) Call Me Back
In the end, I made it through my meal. I tried not to look at anyone else's plate because I didn't think I could myself from grabbing some of their food and it in my mouth. (Thank God I had stopped at Burger King on the way.) Not that these girl would mind if I stole their food. They must have survived on oxygen because I swear I never saw any of them actually eat.
Suddenly a girl from the table said, “OK, time to say what's on our minds. I’ll go first. I am exactly where God wants me to be.” Now, frankly, I have never into this whole thing. I always felt that no matter what you say, down you know it's just thinking. I mean, if you have to look into a mirror and say, “I’m pretty,” are you’re not.
As they went around the table, each of the girls her turn describing her progress and listing her goals in life. When it was my turn, I said, “I'm pretty I can do this, you know, as long as I take it one day at a and keep .” All the girls started applauding, patting me on the back and winking at me, by saying that I had already achieved it.
When the last girl was done telling her story, I my tray, stood up and headed to my room. I had only been there for two hours, but I could already tell this place was seriously up. If I was going to last more than a day or two I needed to find someone to my heart out to, someone to in, someone who would relate, someone to with. But I couldn't think of anyone.
I through the address book in my phone and Frank’s number up. Of course. Frank. He’ll get it. He's always been there for me. I got his voicemail and I left a message: “Hey, Frank, you're not gonna believe where I’m calling you from. Call me back.”