Thanksgiving leftovers

 God, why did Hope have to question him about Thanksgiving now? That was so last week, he told her, thinking it might have been the week before. Oh, was he actually counting on his fingers now?

Frankie did his best to be the best Frankie possible as he was waiting for his yoga class to start. Naturally, Hope was just visiting and Tori showed up too.

He gritted with a sigh. He had nothing to say. Why couldn't he be brave? Just tell them everything.

He winced hard and knew he couldn't. What would Bea think? Yes, he couldn't say a thing because she hadn't wanted anything from him since.

He plopped himself down in one of the waiting chairs.

"Is he sick?" Tori asked Hope.

"Oh, god..are you coming down with something?"

"Hush." Frankie looked up at both of them. "I'm fine. Really."

Although, he didn't feel fine. Something had happened between Bea and himself. He'd spent the night. Of course, now he didn't know if anything was OK. At the time, it was all rather enlightening and quite good. In fact great, or so he thought. Now he just wanted to look down and not even look into either face as they stood there waiting for some kind of report.

"Oh, God, did you and that Pixie get drunk?" Tori whisper shouted as she grinned. "You can remember can't you?"

Frankie shook his head no as he looked away holding both hands. He didn't want them to assume, but this was something between Bea and him.

"I'm sure...it'll be OK, Frankie." Hope sat down next to him as she knew how fragile his ego really was. But Tori stood there clueless.

"Maybe it didn't even happen," Tori looked at him with a quaint smile.

Frankie almost laughed, feeling that was the way it must have been when they had sex. He only nodded. But Hope gave him a pat on the back. How in the world was he going to get through instructing yoga class?