When I finally sit on the bed in Frank's bedroom, I remove the laptop from the bag and inspect it. It looks old and scratched in places but it turns on alright when I press the power button.
I continue to look to at it, already thinking about what to write when I feel a presence behind me. Frank is standing there with Lucky in his hands. As if he was waiting for me to notice him, Lucky jumps out of Frank's hand and comes to dart on the open laptop in front of me.
"Lucky, get out. I want to use that, okay?"
"So he brought you a laptop? How dare he give cheap things to my wife! You should throw that thing away."
I turn to look at the lips that are talking. He is bad in every way. He is a bully, a manipulator and a snob.
"Why should I throw away something that I borrowed? If you have mo
