"This is it?" Isabel asked. "No way."
"Ew." Jess said. Frankie was helping with the boxes, and looked into the room.
"This is what you're paying all this money for?" He asked, a bit disgusted. The room contained two beds, two desks, a chest of drawers, and a clothing rack instead of a closet.
"This room is the size of my closet." Isabel said.
"It's a shoebox," Jess replied. "Mom! Look at this!" Diana looked in the dorm room.
"Well, it's small, but I'm sure we can brighten it up."
"I won't let you live here," Frankie decided. "You are the two most high-class females I know, I can't let you slum in here!"
"What do you suggest?" Jessi asked, sitting on the bed, "Go back to Tulsa and finish uni by mail?"
"I suggest you guys stay at my place."
"Your house?"
"Well, the guest house, actually. There's three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a hot tub, a full kitchen and a pool. I won't be home a lot, but you're welcome to the guest house, free of charge."
"Frankie, are you sure?" Diana asked.
"The number of times you've taken care of me, Mrs. Hanson, It would be great to return the favour. Besides, they won't get anything done here." He gestured to the small space, and the loud music coming from the other rooms. "They'll do a lot more homework at my place."
"Is there security?" Diana asked.
"Cameras and alarms, and a security guard at the front gate. And it's in a much better part of town."
"Sounds great to me," Isabel said.
"Me too," Jessi said. "What do you think, Mom?"
"If Frankie doesn't mind, I have no objections." So they took averything back to the van, and drove to Frankie's place. Frankie told the security guard what was going on, and they moved the girls into Frankie's guest house.
After everything was settled in, Diana took the guest room before going home the next day, and Jess went to bed. Isabel, however had other things in mind.
Isabel concentrated on the dream orbs, humming Frankie's tone, calling his orb to her. She looked inside, and wasn't very surprised at what she saw. Jess. Frankie was dreaming about Jessi, watcher her fix her hair, and dance to a Billy Joel song. So she was right, Frankie was in love with Jessi. Interesting tidbit to file away for later.
She smiled, and went to bed.