“But…said firearm could kill you, Arlene. I don’t want you to get hurt…I don’t want you to get in trouble for helping me,” she said, shaking her head. She wasn’t getting out of this, she had made her decision, there was no going back. Her father probably couldn’t even help her, even if he wanted to, which she sorely doubted. “Yeah, but once you disappoint him once…his entire view on you changes. There is no disappointing my father,” she said softly. She bit her lip and shook her head. “As much as I want to go home…I can’t. He said no…maybe…maybe when he’s not keeping me in his hideout…I can go…”
Arlene had given up. She had tried her best to get Frankie to listen to her, but she was getting nowhere. It was just a waste of energy and breath. “Okay, Franks. I understand.” Arlene nodded, her demeanor disappointed but her face trying to tell a different story. She was sure she looked more constipated than anything, but she still tried. “Well, maybe you could come to my house on break or something? Ya know, spend the night or something.” Arlene said hopefully, not wanting to say goodbye to her buddy for too long. “We can hang out with your brother’s if you want.” She said, trying to include them all. They all missed her so why couldn’t they be civil enough to all hang out one day of the week?