Chapter Two
Frank paid the driver a $30.00 tip.397Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWFw0wOuW3B
'Thanks, man. Have a good night. Be safe'.
'You too'.
Frank didn't have the lamp lights on. He fumbled for the keys. He struggled until the hole was clicked on; he knew that the front door was open now. Frank walked inside, as he flicked the lamp on. Graham Road was full of lamps that dimmed during the evening. Michigan wasn't like New York, or Chicago; there wasn't any gang violence on the graffiti filled trains; there wasn't any murders that gripped the city. He checked it time.
It was 7:00 PM.
He grabbed the Yellow Pages, and called Bert's Pizza Shop. He ordered two large Mexican pizzas, garlic bread, and a bottle of Coke. He then relaxed in front of the television, and watched Bullitt, the 1968 crime thriller movie with Steve McQueen. He grabbed a $50.00 note, and headed to the kitchen. The light was on. He opened the fridge, and selected a beer. He grabbed it, and closed the door. Then he flicked the top off with his left hand; he threw it into the trash bin. Frank heard a sound of a car's bright light in the windows. He placed the beer onto the brown stool to the right. Then he opened the door.
Cole Gregson appeared.
'Good evening, Frank'.
'Good evening. Here's change for the food and drink'.
'Fine, Frank. Business is going well, man'.
'Yeah. I had business to attend to, and it is pizza night'.
'Great idea. There's been all kinds of freaks in the city'.
'Freaks! This is Michigan'.
'Yeah, I know', Cole said.
'Have a good night'.
'Thanks, Frank. Good bye!'.
'Good bye, Cole'.
And he closed the front door, and locked it up.
Then he had his dinner while he watched the movie in the Loungeroom.
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