Frank

One time, I walked to the store after class.

Lucius and Frank lived right next door in the apartment complex next to the store.

“Madi!” echoed from the complex. I turned to see Frank, shouting at me from his balcony. Excited, I ran straight over to him.

Beckoned inside by Frank, I saw Lucius was also there. We bought a dub, which was twenty dollars worth of marijuana, from the drug dealer who lived across the street.

In no time at all, we smoked it all.

This occurred many times. Frank always acted delighted to see me; Lucius stood by speaking only necessary words.