Appease

Lucille was about to exit along the way she came. However, Frank reached out to grab her arm as she walked past him. Inherent with a sense of grievance, he rasped, "You've hurt me, Bobo." Underlying the statement was the hope that Lucille could appease him. At the very least, a few pleasant words would do the trick. Yet Lucille calmly shook off his hand and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said a long time ago, you should give up." Could there be anything colder than that? A look of hurt flitted across Frank's deep eyes, but he could only watch as Lucille walked away from him. Her purpose in coming had been not only to examine her body but also to question him regarding the culprit behind the neurotoxin. She came seeking him because of suspicion and judgment. Frank couldn't help but smile bitterly. He stood in place, massaging his slightly aching temple, talking to himself, "Is that how unworthy I am in your heart?" Even thinking about it seemed ridiculous. Lucille exited the stairs. Jolene