From the Private, Personal Diary of Noelle Frost
Dear Diary –
Something wacky happened. Well, maybe wacky's the wrong word. Weird. I don't know. I was flipping through the Paragon Times the other day, and came across an article that mentioned Nathaniel Frost.
Cool! I thought. I've got a famous name!
But then I read the article, and realized that it was referring to this apparently notorious gangster – like, the guy that runs that Mob I keep having to track down and arrest in Independence Port. Seems he's got this son, Frank, too.
Anyway, I was all set to put the whole thing from my mind – just another strange co-inky-dink, ya know? – when I remembered glancing through Mom & Popsicle's wedding album. I mean, it was years ago, and I was pretty much only looking through it to mock some of their clothing choices, but I vaguely recalled a small, blurry photo that was captioned "Uncle Nat and little Frankie."
I'm sure I must have asked Mom about it at some point, and think she told me to ask Pops, but I never got a clear answer as to who those people were. I mean, I was told my whole life that we didn't have any other family – that it was just us and the ice. So who was this Uncle Nat? One of those faux-relatives, like Uncle John who went to med school with Dad, or Aunt Jen who was Mom's maid of honor, and sent me the most hideous, inappropriate outfits for every birthday throughout my entire childhood?
I'd almost convinced myself I'd imagined the whole thing, or at least got the names wrong or something, but when Popsicle called last night to check up on me I asked about it directly.
And boy, if you think I can freeze up – whoohoo. I don't know if I've ever seen (well, heard) Popsicle get so cold, so quickly. "You don’t need to know them, Noelle. Leave it alone."
I mean, whoa! I tried to press him for more info, and he practically hung up on me. I'm gonna have to try again with Mom in a few days. I mean, I've gone up against The Clockwork King, but I do NOT want to risk my father in a bad mood, even on a long distance call.
Laters,
N.
Something wacky happened. Well, maybe wacky's the wrong word. Weird. I don't know. I was flipping through the Paragon Times the other day, and came across an article that mentioned Nathaniel Frost.
Cool! I thought. I've got a famous name!
But then I read the article, and realized that it was referring to this apparently notorious gangster – like, the guy that runs that Mob I keep having to track down and arrest in Independence Port. Seems he's got this son, Frank, too.
Anyway, I was all set to put the whole thing from my mind – just another strange co-inky-dink, ya know? – when I remembered glancing through Mom & Popsicle's wedding album. I mean, it was years ago, and I was pretty much only looking through it to mock some of their clothing choices, but I vaguely recalled a small, blurry photo that was captioned "Uncle Nat and little Frankie."
I'm sure I must have asked Mom about it at some point, and think she told me to ask Pops, but I never got a clear answer as to who those people were. I mean, I was told my whole life that we didn't have any other family – that it was just us and the ice. So who was this Uncle Nat? One of those faux-relatives, like Uncle John who went to med school with Dad, or Aunt Jen who was Mom's maid of honor, and sent me the most hideous, inappropriate outfits for every birthday throughout my entire childhood?
I'd almost convinced myself I'd imagined the whole thing, or at least got the names wrong or something, but when Popsicle called last night to check up on me I asked about it directly.
And boy, if you think I can freeze up – whoohoo. I don't know if I've ever seen (well, heard) Popsicle get so cold, so quickly. "You don’t need to know them, Noelle. Leave it alone."
I mean, whoa! I tried to press him for more info, and he practically hung up on me. I'm gonna have to try again with Mom in a few days. I mean, I've gone up against The Clockwork King, but I do NOT want to risk my father in a bad mood, even on a long distance call.
Laters,
N.
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