Frank’s coming home.

How long has it been?

Seven, eight years.

Had to have changed.

Maybe. Cheaters always cheat.

Criminals always commit crimes?

Yeah. Something like that.

Wonder how he looks? He was always handsome. Always had a thing about him. He’d walk into a room, and people noticed. They’d look at him. Even stare. Jet black hair and brown eyes. Clean shaven and chiseled face. He was something.

Yeah. He was.

Where’s he been?

Didn’t say. It was a short phone call. Said he was coming home. Needed me to wire him a hundred dollars.

Same old Frank. Always borrowing money from folks. Never paid me back.

How much did you give him?

A hundred.

He always operates in hundreds. Never fifty or twenty-five. Always a hundred. There’s people all over town he owes money to.

He means well.

Does he? I don’t know. He left me a long time ago. Hard to forgive that. But, I probably will.

Where’d ya wire the money?

Lancaster. Lancaster, Pennsylvania.

So he’s been out East.

He’s been everywhere. I’m sure of it. Men like him don’t stay in one place too long. Miracle he stayed here as long as he did.

Guess so.

When did he call you?

A week ago.

He’s not coming. He would’ve jumped on the first bus he could get once you wired that money.

Maybe he’s hitchhiking.

Doubt it.

Who knows?

Right.

Let me borrow a cigarette.

Here. But you gotta give it back.

Both women laughed and then cried. Frank’s coming back to town.