During the Flashbacks Preceded by Weary & Make Your Bed Followed by One Drop of Optimism * Frankie had been dreading it all week. Dancing, reviewing reports, even during throwdowns, a small part if his mind was fretting about the lesson. Twice, he'd called Claud to tell him not to come, but hung up before the first ring. So he is quite shocked when the square fails to show. The initial rage at being stood up mingles with relief. Then worry. Frankie makes a call. Within minutes he gets his answer. . Fuck. * Claud fully intended to call Frankie, he really did. Just in case the mafioso still wanted to know he existed. Just in case their lesson gone horribly wrong hadn't bloodied the water enough. But every time he thought about getting up to find a payphone, a hundred different excuses