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THEY CROWDED AROUND THE living room of the Gallagher residence, staring at the cop in front of them, shock written all over their faces. "In Canada?" Fiona asked, bewilderedly, as she took the paper from Officer Tony's hands.
"Wait, how?" Lip wondered.
"Embassy says he admitted to drug charges," Tony explained. "But that's before they even accused him, so they think he's a juicer."
"They charge him?" Steve questioned.
"They just want him off Canadian soil as soon as possible."
"Yeah," Amara nodded. "Can't blame them there."
Ian gently smacked her stomach with the back of his hand, not even looking up from his spot, and she rolled her eyes.
"The US won't let him back in without his passport," Tony continued.
"Frank doesn't have a passport."
"Then he'll have to apply for one."
"How long does that take?" Lip asked, grabbing the paper from Fiona's outstretched arm. Amara leaned over to read it, and Lip moved it into his other hand so she could get a better view.
"Couple months," Tony answered.
"Months?" Fiona repeated.
"He can apply for an emergency one, at the embassy in Toronto."
"How long does the emergency one take?"
"I don't know," Tony shook his head. "Maybe a week."
"Kev has a passport," Veronica announced, and everyone turned to look at him.
"What good does that do?"
"You could drive up there," V replied. "Help him with the paperwork at the embassy. Pick up a pile of cheap pharmaceuticals, sell them to the local geezers at my nursing home."
"Hello," Amara interrupted. "That sounds illegal. Which you know, normally I'd say I'm down for, but there's a cop in here!"
"He's fine," Veronica said. "Ain't that right?" She asked Tony, who looked uncomfortable, but nodded. "That's what I thought."
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Later that night, Lip and Amara sat at the counter, the two of them doing their homework in a comfortable silence. Every so often, Amara would find herself getting bored, and doodle random pictures on the side of the page. Lip would catch her in the act, and kick her leg to make her concentrate again.
Fiona quietly washed the dishes, and Amara would sometimes feel her gaze on the duo, as if she was trying to figure something out. But every time Amara looked up, Fiona would be facing forwards.
