I got off the train and took a taxi to his house.
Locked.
Good thing he mailed me a key!
Opening the door, I noticed that he wasnt home, must be at work. Setting my stuff down, I hailed a taxi to the Cafe.
It was quiet, furries were scarce there. He, Franklen himself, was reading behing the counter.
"Hey Franklen"
Silent
"Fra-nklen" I sang, poking an ear
He looked up.
"Oh hey Bengy."
#BJM