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Something I wanna do this year? I wanna find out who the hell the father is of Frannie’s kid. I didn’t even know she was pregnant until I came back to Chicago and saw for myself. And every goddamn time I ask who he is, she just clams up, shuts up and nine outta ten times she walks away. Makes me wanna kill the bastard who got her pregnant and then left her.
Frannie tells me it’s all okay. She’s alright with being a single mom. But screw that.The look in her eye when she told me made me wanna hug her and not let go. I can’t get the stupid idea that maybe she hadn’t, y’know, fucking consented to anything happening between her and the guy but I don’t even wanna go there. If that’s the case, then good job the pricks not around anymore ’cause I swear, he’d need a fucking miracle to stay alive.
At one point, I thought it could be Fraser. I had all these crazy thoughts goin’ through my head about the time she went to his apartment and got all…whatever. And Fraser had to be ‘chivalrous’ and keep his mouth shut about whether or not she and him had slept together. Which did nothing for my stress levels. But then I thought about it properly, asked her about a hundred thousand times and stood outside the Consulate for a hour trying to stop myself from storming in there like a fucking imbecile until I remembered he’sgay with Kowalski Fraser and if there’s one thing Fraser doesn’t do, it’s run away from responsibility. Or sleep with his best friend’s sisters.
Which left me with Kowalski, and that’s just wrong, seeing as he was pretending to be me, which woulda made him Frannie’s brother; Turnbull, and I’m not even sure he knows how to get a woman pregnant and Welsh. Which, God, good cop but baaaad mental pictures.
So I’m still no further forward.
I suppose, in a way, it woulda been great if Benny was the father. Probably not for him but at least I woulda known he’d stand by Frannie, be as good a dad as he could, even if it wasn’t what he wanted out of life. She woulda had stability instead of this future before her where nearly everything’s uncertain. But I think she’s happy, as much as she can be. And I get that. I mean, she’s having a kid, right? Her own child, so it doesn’t really bother her where it came from.
She told me it was a matriculated conception. I’m pretty sure she meant immaculate. She’s goin’ round telling people she’s the next Madonna, just younger and more fashionable. She’s even had neighbors leaving donations for her at Mass. Apparently, pregnant women need to be pampered. Yeah, I remember that.
I gotta find out who this mystery guy is ‘cause I got all these questions and nobody to answer them. Maybe I should ask God, just to make sure he hasn’t chosen my younger sister as the next bearer of our savior. ’Cause if she’s the Madonna, that means her kid is the new Jesus.
Christ.
Frannie tells me it’s all okay. She’s alright with being a single mom. But screw that.
At one point, I thought it could be Fraser. I had all these crazy thoughts goin’ through my head about the time she went to his apartment and got all…whatever. And Fraser had to be ‘chivalrous’ and keep his mouth shut about whether or not she and him had slept together. Which did nothing for my stress levels. But then I thought about it properly, asked her about a hundred thousand times and stood outside the Consulate for a hour trying to stop myself from storming in there like a fucking imbecile until I remembered he’s
Which left me with Kowalski, and that’s just wrong, seeing as he was pretending to be me, which woulda made him Frannie’s brother; Turnbull, and I’m not even sure he knows how to get a woman pregnant and Welsh. Which, God, good cop but baaaad mental pictures.
So I’m still no further forward.
I suppose, in a way, it woulda been great if Benny was the father. Probably not for him but at least I woulda known he’d stand by Frannie, be as good a dad as he could, even if it wasn’t what he wanted out of life. She woulda had stability instead of this future before her where nearly everything’s uncertain. But I think she’s happy, as much as she can be. And I get that. I mean, she’s having a kid, right? Her own child, so it doesn’t really bother her where it came from.
She told me it was a matriculated conception. I’m pretty sure she meant immaculate. She’s goin’ round telling people she’s the next Madonna, just younger and more fashionable. She’s even had neighbors leaving donations for her at Mass. Apparently, pregnant women need to be pampered. Yeah, I remember that.
I gotta find out who this mystery guy is ‘cause I got all these questions and nobody to answer them. Maybe I should ask God, just to make sure he hasn’t chosen my younger sister as the next bearer of our savior. ’Cause if she’s the Madonna, that means her kid is the new Jesus.
Christ.
