The world begins with shameless people

South Side Chicago, early evening.

Under the beautiful sunset, Fiona, who had rested for a day and recovered a lot of energy, picked up her bag, left Carl's house and went to work.

About the same time.

Debbie had a great time after a day of classes at Malcolm Community College. She said goodbye to her classmates, left the school, and headed home with a smile on her face.

The fact is, hope is a very powerful thing. Since going to school and learning welding, Debbie has changed a lot. She has become much more cheerful and exudes vitality.

This Debbie is completely different from the Debbie who had collapsed in despair because of her daughter.

Debbie swung her legs and went to pick up her daughter Franny from daycare as usual before going home.

Never thought.

When I got home, I saw that there was another person on the kitchen floor.

Frank, who was covered in stains and emitting a truly foul odor, was lying on the kitchen floor, with several empty bottles beside him...

Debbie was stunned when she saw this, then she came to her senses and subconsciously turned her head to look at the back door, feeling a little confused;

She remembered that she had locked the back door before she left in the morning, and the front door was also locked. Frank didn't have the key, so how did he get in?

However, after only a moment of doubt, Debbie was too lazy to think about it anymore.

After all, what is there to think about?

Frank is Frank. If Frank wants to get in, he will find a way.

Debbie moved, put Franny in the crib, and then, as usual, went to the kitchen and started cooking dinner, completely ignoring Frank's presence and not even thinking about checking on Frank to see if he was dead.

Probably, in Debbie's mind, it is difficult for someone like Frank to die.

After a while.

Frank was awakened by the noise in the kitchen. He moved slightly, opened his eyes, and saw Debbie dazedly. He subconsciously called out weakly, "Debbie, beer."

Debbie heard it, glanced down at Frank, ignored it, and continued doing what she was doing.

"Beer!" Frank shouted again.

Not getting a response, Frank had to grit his teeth and muster up his strength to slowly sit up, then slowly stand up and open the refrigerator.

The beer in the refrigerator had already been drunk by Frank.

Faced with this fact, Frank's head buzzed, and he turned to Debbie, "We are out of beer!"

Hearing this, Debbie was really annoyed and said angrily, "Fxxk off!!!"

Frank scratched his head. He didn't have the energy to argue with Debbie. He looked at Debbie with a distracted look for two seconds, then dragged himself to the bathroom upstairs.

After taking a shower and waking up a little, Frank went downstairs to the living room and found Debbie feeding Frannie dinner. He stared at her absentmindedly for a while, then moved his mouth and said weakly, "Monica is dead..."

"I know," Debbie said, getting a little angry when she mentioned this. "I gave her a funeral. Did you?"

Frank didn't answer, but asked weakly, "Where is she? I'll go see her."

"xx cemetery," Debbie replied casually.

Frank heard it, said nothing more, and walked out.

After leaving the house, Frank did not go directly to the cemetery, but walked towards Carl's house.

Carl and Casti were both home at this time of evening.

The door was unlocked, and Frank opened it without a word and went in.

After such a long time, Carl was really surprised when he saw Frank for the first time. "Jesus, Frank, why did you suddenly appear?" Frank's expression and eyes were very dull. "Carl, do you have any beer here?"

"...In the refrigerator," Carl, not used to Frank being so powerless, hesitated and replied.

After getting the answer, Frank went straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and then, without hesitation, took out a dozen unopened beers and walked out without saying a word.

Carl was really confused watching Frank going in and out.

But, Carl is Carl.

Karl was too lazy to think so much, so he withdrew his gaze and continued watching TV.

However, the crazy Casti, naturally curious about Frank, decisively asked with excitement, "Carl, who is that? He looks very different! Like he has many stories!"

From a certain perspective, this is true.

Carl smiled. "That's my dad, Frank Gallagher. He's a scumbag."

As crazy as Casti was, his eyes lit up immediately when he heard this, "Scumbag? What kind of scumbag? Tell me quickly!"

Seeing Casti's reaction, Carl felt really strange, but he didn't think much about it and started talking.

Frank left Carl's house and was walking towards the cemetery while drinking.

On the road.

Lip, who was walking home from get off work and drinking a can of cold beer, felt refreshed and walked towards Frank.

At this moment, the father and son looked like they were copied from the same mold.

Seeing Lip like this, Frank smiled purely instinctively, then raised his hand and shook the beer in his hand at Lip.

When Lip saw this, he couldn't help but feel dazed. He subconsciously looked at the beer in his hand. Suddenly, a feeling of panic spread rapidly in his chest.

But even so, Lip still didn't want to throw away the beer in his hand.

The father and son just passed each other without saying a word and walked in opposite directions.

************
The night is getting darker.

Carl's house, in Carl's bedroom, on the bed.

"Carl," Casti leaned on Carl and spoke calmly, "I think we should get married."

Hearing the word marriage, Karl’s eyes suddenly widened in surprise!
Getting married? Are you kidding?
Carl doesn't want to get married.

Casti is interesting, yes, but marriage?
Carl's thoughts raced immediately, racking his brains to think about how to refuse without irritating Casti.

Casti waited for two seconds, but there was no response, so he asked again, "Karl, I love you, don't you love me?"

Karl heard it, moved his mouth, and replied, "I love you, but we are still so young, isn't it inappropriate to get married..."

When Casti heard this, his eyes widened immediately. "What's inappropriate? What's inappropriate?"

"..." Karl was speechless and at a loss for words.

Seeing this, Casti smiled and said, “Karl, as long as we love each other, nothing else matters.”

"More importantly, I think that if you still want to go back to the military academy after we get married, I think I would agree."

"After all, we're married, so I can rest assured. I don't have to worry about you fooling around at the military academy, or that you'll forget me."

“???” Carl was stunned.

Can this be done?
Is this really okay? (End of this chapter)