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t suspiciously.
“What did you do that for?”
“Thought you’d want one,” Frank replied. “You don’t have something agains
t ice cream, do you?”
“No.”
“So do you want it?” Frank asked. “It’s kind of melting all over my hand.”
“What do you want for it?” David asked. Frank frowned, deciding that was a
strange question.
“Nothing.”
David considered for a moment before taking the cone, and as soon as Frank
was clean enough to drive, they headed back to the other side of the lake i
n silence, Frank stealing curious glances towards his new friend. “Why don’
t you trust anyone, David?” he finally asked. He wasn’t really expecting an
answer. It was just a question that he felt should be voiced. But, David’s
response seemed to come easily.
“I’ve never had a reason to.”
Frank was once again curious, but didn’t push the subject as they talked ab
out other things for a while. Conversation seemed strained again, but David
did tell Frank about a few of his hobbies. While Oliver liked to catch fro
gs and insects, David liked to explore. He swore he could find something ne
w every day if he looked hard enough. And he liked to take pictures of the
things he found. Frank didn’t have to ask David about the picture he took o
f him. David openly explained that he’d seen Frank riding his bike. It was
when Frank had stopped to stare back at a squirrel that seemed to find him
interesting. When Frank asked David why he hadn’t said hello, David told hi
m plain and simple that he hadn’t felt like it.
Frank wasn’t expecting David to ask him to let him out of the car in the ex
act same place that Frank had met him. He practically refused to let Frank
drive him all the way home, and while Frank didn’t like it, he dropped Davi
d off on the side of the road and had to settle for a noncommittal response
when Frank asked David if he wanted to hang out again sometime; with Olive
r, too. By the time he was on his way home all by himself, he couldn’t figu
re out which of the brothers confused him more.
................................
“I think something’s wrong in that house,” Frank said. He sat across from his
mom at the kitchen table, forcing down the late lunch she’d put together for
him. He hadn’t bothered to tell her that he’d spoiled his appetite with ice
cream.
“Like what?” Jessica Seaberg asked.
“I don’t know,” Frank replied. “They’re all just kind of weird, that’s all.”
“Well, it is a little strange that Oliver didn’t mention he and his brother were
twins,” she said.
“I don’t think he thought to.”
Jessica sighed. “So, you didn’t meet anyone new in town today?” she asked. “
It’s nice that the Martins are close by, but it wouldn’t hurt you to meet a
few other people who aren’t so...”
“Don’t call them weird, mom.”
Jessica laughed. “Like you just did?”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Frank insisted, feeling guilty. Oliver would h
ave taken offense, and even without him there, Frank felt oddly protective o
f his feelings. “I think it’s their parents. I mean, they don’t even let the
m go into town, and when I took Oliver home yesterday...” Frank paused, not
sure if he wanted his mom to know he’d been told to stay away.
“What?” she asked expectantly.
“His mom wasn’t very nice, that’s all.”
“She was probably worried. Parents get like that, you know,” Jessica replied
playfully. “And I promise, it’s not just to inconvenience our offspring. Th
at’s just an added bonus.” Frank smiled slightly, but it faded quickly. Jess
ica noticed and reached out to place her hand over his. “Frank, I’m sure eve
rything’s fine. It just sounds like Oliver’s mom has her hands full, that’s
all. You shouldn’t be letting it bother you. You should be out there meeting
more friends. Did that go well today? Did you meet anyone new?”
“You mean other than David?”
“Yeah. You were gone for a while.”
Frank considered his mother for a moment as he sipped his glass of milk. “No
w that you mention it, I did talk to a few people. If I didn’t know any bett
er, I’d think we’re expected to go to church, Mom.”
Jessica laughed. “With all those old women and their clubs? No thank you.”
“I’m not sure the people around here are gonna like that. They might think
something’s wrong with us.”
“If you have to leave your own home just to pray you’ve got issues,” Jessica
stated. “If there’s something wrong with someone, it’s certainly not us.”
Frank grinned at his mom’s imitation of his grandmother. She’d passed away
a few years before, but he’d always liked her. Like his own mother, Frank
’s grandmother had been raised in a home where organized religion had no a
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