Robin found Frannie curled up on her bed, mired in self-pity. “C’mon,” she said softly but firmly. “We need to fix this.”
Frannie turned away and buried her face in her pillow. “It’s OK, Robin. Go to lunch. I’ll figure it out.”
“No, we’ll figure it out.” Robin rolled Frannie toward her. “Sometimes it takes a wake-up call to bring things into focus. I oughta know.”
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