Foster’s was probably the last place you saw yourself working at a year ago. A house full of unpredictable imaginary friends? Sounds like a headache waiting to happen. But, money was money, and you really liked Frankie, so it wasn’t all bad.

It was the end of another day. You and Frankie were in the kitchen cleaning up while helping yourselves to some of the snacks.

“You handled that little dispute really well earlier today. I was almost tempted to say you could handle all this without me. Almost~.”