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*G* EV! you're so speedy! The castration thingy I just drew from your threat with the big hook out of the back of your truck *G* and it think it was a pretty empty threat as Dr. EV is pretty attached to all of Glenn/Frank's parts *G*Quote:
Originally Posted by eaglesvet
LOL! You betcha! ;)
I have to tell you that the first thread I look at to see if there's been a new post is The Long Story. BTW, very HSG photos of Almanzo, Fiddler, and especially Jesse. Somehow in my reading I missed the fact that Fiddler was the spittin' image of Joe...I'm glad you set me straight on that. Does Stewart look like Steuart the guitarist, or is that a figment of my imagination:?: And the stranger in the Erised mirror looks like Timothy, right:?:
Stewart is indeed the same Stewart Smith the guitarist, and Thomas.. well there will be more on Thomas coming soon. *G* but you can pretty much guarantee he and Tim will more then closely resemble each other.*G*
JAMES !!! I forgot James!! you guys gotta keep me honest here *G* jus a sec Soda.. Ill get James and Nancy up *G*
You didn't comment on my comment, "Erised" mirror; you know, from HP. I wasn't sure if that's where you were going with that...
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Originally Posted by ticky
Now i like the way that sounds. :inlove:
I think you'll find that later on the mirror and the chair in the lobby of The Last Resort have their very own Karma *G*
Here's another picture of Fiddler (just imagine the guitar is a pitchfork)! And doesn't he clean up nice!
http://www.tickypages.com/JoeWalsh/joeanthem3.jpg
Tim before he gave up the axe~ Kinda bitter, look at the stern look on the face~
http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e1...ybschmit37.jpg
Tim after he gave up the axe~
http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e1...Schmit71-1.jpg
He's free to love Willie now!!! AAHHHH!!!!!
Ok, here's the last of Frank's back story *G*
Frank drove blindly. He was autopilot. He took the truck back to the paper's lot but he couldn't return it yet. He had no idea what to do. He drove to a Dunkin Donuts and sat in the parking lot. Once he was parked and the truck was off, Frank just sat and stared straight ahead. He had to think. He looked down at the manila envelope on the seat next to him. this was like a bad dream. He picked it up and removed the picture. This man he was supposed to... He had to... This man, who was he? Frank looked at the man's face. He tried to convince himself that this was a bad man. Maybe he'd murdered people! Maybe he beat that woman he was walking with. Perhaps she was living in hell because of this man. Frank looked at her. She was laughing and looked very happy and holding his arm. No, he hadn't hurt her. Frank tried to tell himself this man was a killer and that killing him would be a benefit to society. Then he remembered Dave. Dave had never killed anyone. Why had Charley killed Dave? Frank was pretty sure it had more to do with money then anything Dave had ever done. And what about Ed? He'd disappeared shortly after Frank had given him that envelope that day when this had all started. Frank' head fell against the steering wheel. The horn beeped. Frank flew upright and smacked his head against the back of the truck cab. He had to get a grip. He had to return this truck, grab his car and get away. What about Mom? and Stephanie? Frank needed to think clear. His brain was whirling around inside his head like a hamster on a wheel. Frank got out of the truck and trotted into the Dunkin Donuts. He bought a coffee and sat in a booth to think. The coffee helped clear his head and he made some fast decisions. He'd leave the truck here. It was close to the paper's office and they'd find it. They probably already had spotted it and were waiting for Frank to bring it in with an explanation. He could sneak into the employee parking lot and get his car. He'd go home and tell his Mom to pack up and go visit her friend in Virginia. Stephanie was in school at GW and near there. Mom would like that, she could be close to Steph and see her old friend. Frank had been unofficially adopted by his "Mom" when he was about 3. His real mother had died from a heart attack. "Mom" was his babysitter and a neighbor. She took him in temporarily and children's services had just kind of forgotten about him. Mom had raised him and loved him just like her own child. All this meant was that Mom and Stephanie's last names were different from his, they'd be safe. Papa couldn't find them. Frank had kept in touch with his real mothers brother's family. He had cousins out west. One of them was supposed to look a lot like him! He'd go find them. Out in the middle of no where, Papa wouldn't be able to find him.
Frank snuck out the back of the Dunkin Donuts and walked a block up and two blocks over to the back of the employee parking lot of the paper. His car was parked by the exit. He always parked there so he could get out fast and because most everyone else parked towards the front to get closer to the building. No one was likely to scratch his car parked way over here. He'd been pretty cocky about that. He drove a 1966 ford Mustang convertible he'd bought for $300 and restored to showroom condition. It was candy apple red with white tuck-n-roll. He loved that car. It was like waving a red flag. He'd have to get rid of it. He looked at it and tears filled his eyes. He'd tae it to a used car place outside of town. If Charley saw it in a Used car lot here in town, he'd know Frank had flown. Frank drove it home first. Mom was reluctant about leaving Frank alone in town till Frank said he'd be going to visit some of his mothers family out west. The less she knew about his plans the better. Mom thought it was all such a wonderful idea, he had her on the train to Virginia the next morning. Frank left everything and drove. He went to a car lot just north of town and traded his beautiful Mustang for a Toyota pick-up and $2000. He headed west and hadn't stopped till he got to Eaglesville. The rest was history.
Eve laid in bed and stared at Frank. She was processing all this information he'd been feeding her. It was hard to reconcile the Glenn she'd fallen in love with the Frank that now laid beside her. His eyes pleaded with her for understanding and she was trying.
"okay, bare with me Gle.. uhh Frank. I really am trying to understand all of this. It's just so much." Frank's head dropped and his face creased. Eve lifted his chin so he was looking at her.She smiled.
"Hey, it's alright. I love you. That doesn't change no matter what your name is, and I am committed to you. A little trouble isn't going to scare me away."
Tears had filled Frank's eyes. Eve wiped them away and kissed him. He smiled and laughed in relief. Eve brushed his hair from his face and waited till Frank was relaxed.
She grinned at him. "So exactly what is your full name?"
Frank sighed a deep exhausted sigh, fell back on the pillow and closed his eyes. He cringed and covered his face with one hand. "Okay, but I have to give you a little explanation first. I hate my name but my mother, well, she wasn't a scholar. She was a good woman and she had big dreams but she didn't always concern herself with the way the world worked." Frank sighed again and turned to look at Eve. This was hard for him. Eve gave him her full attention being sure to be very serious and understanding.
"Her Grandfather, my Great Grandfather, was from France. He was some kind of Holy man there. A priest or .. Oh, what do you call them? OH a Friar.'
"WAIT.... your Great Grandfather was FRIAR FREY?" Eve's face cracked with a smile, then a grin.
Frank pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes at her. "Yes"
A small giggle escaped her serious exterior. She turned her head and buried it in the pillow and laughed. Eventually she stopped and looked up at Frank.
He was staring stoically at her.
"Oh baby, I'm sorry.. go ahead. I'm listening" Eve wiped her tears away and stifled the rest of her giggles.
"No, go ahead and get it all out. I'll wait." Frank was not amused. Eve sobered up quickly.
"Really, honey. I'm sorry. I'm done." Eve picked up his hand and kissed it.
"Go ahead." She smiled at him.
He looked at her and narrowed his eyes."it gets worse, so try and control yourself."
Eve raised her eye brows at him, but didn't say a word.
Frank sighed. "Okay, so my Great Grandfather fell in love. That was kind of frowned upon with the Holy men in his sect. So he and the woman ran away to America."
Eve nodded as Frank looked at her.
"Go on.." she was waiting for the rest of the story.
Frank sighed again and laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes.
"My mother always wanted to return to France. She was kind of obsessed with the idea. So, when I was born..." Frank grabbed a pillow and put it over his head. He mumbled something into the pillow. Eve didn't understand a word of what he'd said. She lifted the edge of the pillow and peeked beneath it.
"What?"
Frank cringed under the pillow and closed his eyes tight. "She named me French." Eve dropped the pillow. She bit her lip so hard it hurt. She was hoping the pain would keep her from laughing. No use.
"So, your name is French Frey?" Eve buried her face in her pillow deep. Frank couldn't hear a sound but her body was wracked with convulsions.
Again, he sighed deeply and laid back down on the bed. He waited for her to come up for air. She didn't so he lifted her shoulder so he could see her face. He didn't want her to suffocate. He was sorry he'd saved her. Her face was red from laughing and she was wracked with laughing. He dropped her. She hit the pillow hard but never stopped laughing. He laid back down on the pillow, put his arm behind his head and waited patiently.
Eve saw how patient he was being and tried very hard to stop. She turned onto her side and put a hand on his chest. HE didn't react to her touch at all.
"Oh baby, I'm so sorry. I know you hate your name and I am so glad you trust me enough to tell me. I'll try to be more thoughtful it's just..." She had been stroking his chest and running a finger around his chin stubble. She pulled herself very close to him and nuzzled his neck. She knew things that he couldn't resist. She stifled her giggles as best she could and nibbled his earlobe.
Frank's granite face cracked a little. Slowly a grin crossed his lips.
I know how to shut you up..." A large grin crossed his face and he rolled over and kissed her hard and deep. Soon all her giggles were replaced with gasps.