"C'mere sweetheart!" Frank calls from the front hall.
"Yeah?" you ask, already padding over to him. He'd been tidying up the front hall closet for the past hour and you assumed he wanted to show you his work.
"What is it Frankie? Done?" you ask when you find.
"Yeah, almost doll," he says a little distracted. "Do me a favor, stand here and reach your hand up sweetheart," he adds, positioning you by the hips squarely in front of the closet.
"Huh?" you ask, looking back at him like he'd lost his mind.
"Just reach up baby. Stretch your arm, wanna see somethin'" he vaguely explains. You do as you're asked, reaching your arm into the air and extending it, instinctively going to your tip toes.
"No toes," he murmurs, pushing you gently down by the shoulders. You comply and go flat-footed. Once you do, he takes the pencil from behind his ear and makes a quick mark on the wall just below the height of your fingertips. "Good job sweetheart, back to the couch alright?" he says, patting your ass to send you on your way.
"Wait wait, what the hell was that for?!" you ask, your face scrunched in confusion.
"Huh?" he asks distractedly, "oh uh, the shelf. Ain't gonna put your purses up there if you can't reach it doll."
"You're lowering the whole shelf?" you ask, slightly astonished.
"Yeah, how we gonna organize your pretty purses in there if you can't reach 'em baby?" he scoffs, shaking his head like you're the crazy one.
