Frank, if....
.... you raise him

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Frank and you, you had known each other for years. For that reason alone, you also knew the story of how Maria and he met. A story that you basically weren't allowed to tell anyone.

"Tell me," you began already with a smirk, putting the beer to your lips, "have you finally stopped playing the guitar? Well, it's not likely to have gotten any better."

"Hey," Frank countered, putting his bottle back on the table, "I'm not that bad."

"Oh yes you are," you retorted, having already heard it with your own ears, "You know that, I know that, and so does everyone else who's ever heard you play."

"First Billy and now you," Frank said, having to start laughing because he's also had the pleasure of hearing Billy do this and not just once, "You two are terrible friends."

"Then it's fitting," you shrugged indifferently, "You're just as terrible. Is that bad third friend still coming, or does he have better things to do?"

Probably not otherwise Billy would be here by now. Must have had some kind of date.