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Bill was home, to Frank. In the most basic ways, of course--he provided food, water, shelter, all the necessities that his QZ didn't seem to have enough of for anyone who wasn't a FEDRA agent.
But Bill gave him more than that. It was the little things--the perfectly folded napkins that were set beside their plates each night, the always-fresh flowers that brightened their doorstep, the same piano songs that echoed through their house each day--that showed his love more than anything else. And that love, that caring, it was enough to make Frank feel at home.
