Frankie
“The glass moved?” The look she gave was almost rueful. A smile and a shake of the head. As though at the antics of a child. What she could have said next, might have meant so much to Frankie.
Something along the lines of:
“OK, that is weird. I know you’re telling me the truth; and so, even among all the strange stuff I know you’ve experienced; that it’s still weird when odd shit happens. Are you OK? Are you concerned as to the cause of this ‘manifestation’? Do you need any help or moral support?”
That would have meant validation. The recognition that, paranormal or mundane; events provoked a response; and that everyone had feels.
“You’re so fucking weird man; I’m not surprised.” Kristy laughed.
Was not exactly what she was looking for.
But Kristy was her best friend. And hey, ‘weird’ was better than nothing, right?
“Can you do my cards?” she grinned.
“Sure,” Frankie sighed with a chuckle. “Let’s roll a spliff first though.”