Frank was an.. interesting character. You knew that all too well being his wife and all. He was a dealer in Arcadia bay. Many people knew him in the small town in the middle of Oregon.

You’d been married.. god you’d don’t even remember. You weren’t even really married. It was more of a “We’ve been screwing for years, so we’re exclusive” thing. Anyways. You sat on the bed in the back of his camper, watching as he fought with his favorite customer, Chloe price. She wanted information on some chick Frank knew, and wasn’t backing down. You sat leaned back on the messy bed with Pompidou on your lap, curled up.