Just in passing.
That rebellious youth asking the questions seems so clean cut, so, dare I say, reborn Christianish. You don't suppose . . . nah, it couldn't be, could it?
Like, he wasn't a nice Christian boy pretending to be, you know, challenging God and worse, a nullifidian daring to challenge Frank. You don't suppose he just put on a crazy jacket to look all punked-up, do you? Because it didn't really work. He seems such a sweet boy and he looked kind of embarrassed to be even asking these questions to one such as Frank.
And those Dorothy Dix questions themselves. It was as thought old Frank seemed to know those questions were coming. As though he had rehearsed his answers and maybe, just maybe he may not have been as inspired and all-knowing as it at first seemed.
It was as though he knew them answers before the questions were asked.
Frank wouldn't stage a spontaneous moment, would he?
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