"You look a bit ragged today, Frank." This was where the script, at last, left off, and they were allowed to improvise. Pete counted change. Francisco counted on his first sip of coffee, which eked into him like humidity.
"You know, you’re the only person I let call me ‘Frank.’"
“Should…I…consider myself lucky then?†Pete let the lilt grow in his words as he counted the mess of bills and coins Francisco handed him.
“Very lucky.â€
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