Taking Kevin's Bloody Mary, Frank asked, "Do you know why I ordered a Bloody Mary today?"

"Are you deficient in vitamins?" replied Kevin.

"No! no! no! When I was a teenager, my mother used to ask me to mix her Bloody Mary, wasabi, celery, tomato juice, vodka - four fingers, and when she was ready, she would lick it with her tongue first, and if the amount of ingredients I used was the slightest mistake, and the wine didn't taste pure, she would punch me!"

"After taking a punch, if I don't move and I don't cry, that's fine, if I retreat and dodge and know that I cry, I'll get another punch!"

"These punches are not my body, but my face, because in my mother's opinion, being beaten in those places that are not easy to hurt is equivalent to not being beaten, and if you want to hit, you will hit the most painful place - the face!"

"The wine is not well adjusted, one punch! dodge back, another punch! tears, another punch! cry, another punch!"

"This is the best memory my mother has ever left!"

"Now, God finally has eyes, and my mother has cancer, and I can finally get rid of her! Let's raise a glass together and celebrate my mother, Margaret, returning to the arms of my Heavenly Father as soon as possible! Oh no, people like her can't go to heaven, they can only go to hell!"

Hearing Frank's accusation, Kevin said sincerely, "Frank, it's not easy for you!"

"yes, I've had such a hard time, can you give me free money for this glass of Bloody Mary?" said Frank.

"No talk! A glass of Bloody Mary is three dollars, give it quickly!" Kevin said.

"Kevin, you're so unsympathetic!" Frank said.

"My sympathy is for Lip and Ian, and I hope they won't be what you are in the future — they won't be like you!" Kevin said.

Frank was dumbfounded and had to pay for it obediently.

Frank stayed at Elleber's Bar until dinner and left, not daring to get drunk - in fact, Frank hadn't been drunk since Grandma Peggy was released from prison parole and broke into Frank's life, and he was afraid that he would really be shot by Grandma Peggy!

When I returned to Jackson's house, I saw Grandma Peggy lying in the living room, sleeping soundly on a single bed that I didn't know when.

Frank asked, "Where's the bed?"

"Jody helped make it, he's such a good son-in-law, he's a good guy at home and abroad!" Sheila said.

Frank noticed that Grandma Peggy had a drip on her arm and asked, "You took her to the hospital?"

"No, Jody got the pills!" Sheila gestured to Frank as she picked up a plastic bag from the living room coffee table.

"She's in a terrible pain today, and she's lost her time when she went upstairs!" Sheila whispered as she leaned over to Frank's side.

"Jody got her some better painkillers, and now it's morphine!" Sheila said.

As soon as Frank heard the word "morph@coffee", his eyes couldn't help but light up, if he was sent to the hospital for something, what he wanted most from the doctor was @coffee!

Morph@ Brown is extracted from Opium @ Tablets, and if the dose is used in large doses, the effect is the same as that of Opium @ Tablets, but if the accumulation is suitable, it is a very good painkiller.

Frank hadn't tasted @ Brown in a long time, and looked at the pillow on Grandma Peggy's arm, looking at it with greed.