Alma took the door on the left and disappeared in the next room, that was apparently the kitchen. She could hear the sounds of the cups and of the water boiling in the kettle. She started looking around her and could see on the mantel all kinds of pictures, some of Alma, some of a man she didn’t know and some of Warren. The past was the past, it was a fact into Frankie’s vision of reality. She really wanted to get over all the things she had recently discovered and move on with her life. It was finally time for her to build something instead of constantly running away from life. She had lost so much disappearing from Cat’s life; she would never do the same mistake again with her mother. And, even if seeing all those pictures, the pictures of a lifetime she was not included in, made her feel like crying and shouting, she just remained sitted and thought : « Let’s give this a shot. Let’s try and see what the future could be ». Maybe it was finally concrete, maybe she had definately changed; maybe she was ready to open her heart to someone and build a solid relationship.

There you go, Francesca! Alma said, smoothly putting down the cup on the table.
It’s… Frankie.
Oh, right, I’m so sorry. Didn’t mean to offend you in any way. Alma declared, out of breath.
No, nevermind. It’s just a bad habit. Thanks for that. Frankie said nodding at the cup of tea.
So, tell me more about you. What do you do for a living? Are you married or…? questionned Alma, being as careful as she could.
I’m a photographer. I try to make a living out of this, not that easy though. I’m not married, I’m not in a relationship either.
Alright, good. Photography, you say. That’s interesting. That’s what I call « an eye ». You’re creative, it’s important to create in this world.

I agree. It’s… major. There is… something I need to ask you. Frankie said with a shy voice.
Of course, please ask. Replied Alma, very kindly.
Do you… really want to get to know me now? Or are you just doing this because you feel guilty about this whole story and my uncle… I mean my… father. Because if you do, don’t feel like you owe anything to me.
Oh no, this is not that. I really want to know you. I always wanted to get to know you, to have a chance to be part of your life. This is it. It’s happening and I couldn’t be happier. It’s just, so many years have passed and we know nothing about each over. We have to take this slow, I suppose. Answered Alma as her voice was breaking into cries.
Yeah, I guess so. Slowly would be the best way. Declared Frankie, tears into her eyes.
Are you okay, Frankie?
I am. I… I need to go now.
Already, dear?
I… just realised, I… Need to do something.
I see. Am I going to see you again?
Of course. What about, saturday, maybe?
Saturday seems perfect. Alma said with a smile full of emotions.
3 o’clock?
3 o’clock!

Frankie got up and rushed to the front door of the house and as she got out in a hurry, walking back to the station, she burst into tears and sat on some house’s steps. She kept crying for what time calls brackets of minutes and when she started to feel better she stood up, looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. For once, she could cry out of relief. Are finally things going back into place? Is this the beginning of happiness? Is Cat coming back? Will everything be okay now? Frankie did not have all the answers in her hands but she needed to keep hoping for the best. She was sure of what she wanted now, she knew who she was and suddenly, it felt like nothing could get in her way. She ended up thinking, as she reached the station : « Now is the time to go for what I want. Cat, you will be mine. Life will never be the same again. Same Frankie, different situation. » She smiled and, gliding, she got on the train back to Glasgow.