70. Frank the Old Fool
The silence drifts between us, and I wait with a bated breath as Frank casts his ambiguous look towards me. He moves in closer.
"Why, no." He finally answers and a wave of frustration washes over me, rippling through my veins. I lean down the hand rest with a disgruntled moan.
"What? But why not?"
I feel mighty much like throwing a tantrum right at this moment and I believe my actions very much resemble a tantrum. But I couldn't help it. I have been rendered idle ever since I woke up here. I didn't know what or who led me here. Or the fact that the real Adian has just disappeared at the snap of a finger. But what I know is that I haven't been able to do anything ever since I have been here. Let alone bath alone. It is highly unnerving to have someone waiting on you to finish scrubbing your buttcrack clean. But I had to conform to the ways of their living.
And I am frustrated.