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"FRANK'S IN FUCKING CANADA? HOW?"
The aura of delight that shone around the Gallagher's once they discovered that Frank wasn't face down under a tramline was soon replaced when a solemn-looking Tony Markovich's came into view on their front porch. With him, he brought the news that sent the siblings into bewildered amazement at how Frank had managed to pull off yet another ridiculous stunt - in particular, getting picked up in Toronto by the Mounties and being held in a Canadian drunk tank. His dalliance over an international border had taken his children by surprise, some of them half-expecting to find him trying to break into their house when they returned.
Taking up a position behind her sister, Frankie glanced over her shoulder to try and read the police report Fiona held in hand. A sharp scoff escaped from between her lips when she read the reason that Frank had been arrested.
"Embassy said he admitted to drug charges," Tony explained, his hands folding into one another. "But that's before they accused him, so they think he's a juicer."
Frankie reached forward, snatching the report from her sister's fingertips. "They wouldn't be wrong," she remarked. To her right, her twin brother nodded in agreement.
"Can they charge him?" Steve questioned.
"Look, they just want him off Canadian soil as soon as possible," said the police officer. "But the U.S. won't let him back in without his passport."
"Frank doesn't have a passport," said Fiona. Frankie's brown eyes rolled in her head. The question of how he had even made it to Canada in the first place without a passport had passed through her mind. But alas, it was Frank Gallagher. When he was deep in the midst of a bender, there was nothing he couldn't achieve in the haze of pure Dutch courage.
"He'll have to apply for one."
"How long does that take?" Lip asked, his hand extending towards his twin in request.
Frankie held the police report out to him. "We should frame this one. Fucking Canada." Lip chuckled, his blue eyes scanning the document. She wasn't wrong. It wasn't the first police report of his fathers that he laid his eyes on. However, to the older children who saw their father as nothing more than a drunken delinquent, this was perhaps his greatest achievement.
