Part 2: What Frank Couldn’t Say
Frank had been our neighbor when Eliam and I bought our first home.
He and his wife, Marian, were wonderful people.
They collected packages for neighbors.
Remembered birthdays.
And somehow always knew when the neighborhood recycling schedule changed.
Marian had passed away two years earlier.
Not long after, Frank sold their house and moved closer to his grandson.
We hadn’t seen him since Marian’s funeral.
And now he was standing beside my husband, holding a bright green lunchbox decorated with cartoon dinosaurs.
Whatever suspicions I had been building about an affair vanished.
But the new mystery was almost as bewildering.
Why would Eliam secretly take a week off work to spend time with our former neighbor?
I watched them sit down at an outdoor table.
Eliam opened his laptop.
Frank took a stack of cards from a folder.
From where I sat, I couldn’t hear them.
But I could see Frank studying one card and pointing at something written on it.
Eliam gently shook his head.
Frank tried again.
Another shake.
The older man seemed more and more frustrated.
Yet Eliam didn’t reach over and hand him the answer.
He just sat there.
Waiting.
At last, Frank pointed to something else.
Eliam smiled.
Frank rolled his eyes, and they both seemed to laugh.
A few minutes later, they gathered their things and went back inside.
I waited until they were out of sight before crossing the street.
Near the entrance was a sign.
ADULT LEARNING CENTER
Beneath it were three words.
READING — WRITING — DIGITAL SKILLS
I stared at the sign.
Then I thought about the cards.
Frank hadn’t been showing Eliam work documents.
He had been practicing reading.
The realization left me standing motionless beside the entrance.
One piece of the mystery finally made sense.
But another remained.
Why had my husband felt he needed to lie to me for five days in a row just to help Frank?
That evening, I set his medication bottle in the middle of our kitchen table.
When Eliam walked in, he noticed it at once.
“I thought I said I’d take those with me.”
“To your office?”
He stopped moving.
I could see the exact moment he understood.
“Sandy…”
“I went to your workplace yesterday.”
He slowly pulled out a chair.
“Let me explain.”
“The receptionist told me you’ve been on leave all week.”
He nodded.
“Yes.”
“And today I followed your car.”
His expression changed.
“You followed me?”
“Yes.”
“Sandy, you can’t just—”
“I know.”
I didn’t try to defend what I had done.
Following my husband had crossed a line.
But so had pretending to go to work every morning while inventing meetings that never happened.
“You’ve been acting out an entire workweek,” I said.
He sat down.
I stayed on my feet.
“Why are you spending your days at a learning center with Frank?”
His face shifted immediately.
“You saw Frank?”
“Yes.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“Does he know?”
“No.”
“Good.”
That one word made me angrier.
“Good? Eliam, you’ve been lying to me all week, and that’s what you’re worried about?”
“I made him a promise.”
“What kind of promise?”
“I can’t explain everything. Some of it isn’t mine to share.”
I stared at him.
“Then explain the part that is yours.”
He looked up.
“You took vacation days,” I went on. “You got dressed for work every morning. You carried your laptop out the door. You came home complaining about meetings and traffic.”
He nodded.
“I did.”
“Why?”
“Because Frank asked me to keep his situation private.”
“Then you could have told me you were taking leave.”
“You would’ve wanted to know why.”
“Of course I would’ve. But you could’ve said someone needed your help and you weren’t allowed to discuss the details.”
Eliam fell silent.
“I thought you’d be concerned,” he finally admitted.
“Concerned? Do you have any idea how frightened I was when your receptionist told me you hadn’t been there all week?”
He lowered his eyes.
“I know.”
“I don’t think you do.”
I sat down across from him.
“You didn’t have to reveal Frank’s private business. You only had to be truthful about your own.”
He stared at the pill bottle between us.
“I didn’t want to break my promise.”
“I never asked you to.”
“I thought if you knew anything was happening, you’d realize something was wrong.”
“Something was wrong, Eliam. My husband was lying to my face.”
He leaned back.
“I was trying to protect Frank.”
“From whom? Me?”
He looked truly hurt by the question.
“No.”
“Then what?”
He hesitated.
“Frank is ashamed.”
“Of having trouble reading?”
Eliam’s expression told me I had guessed right.
But before he could say more, I raised my hand.
“Actually, don’t answer that. You’re right. That part belongs to Frank.”
Eliam nodded.
Then he began explaining what he could.
Several months earlier, Frank had contacted him about a problem with his computer.
Since Marian died, Eliam had occasionally helped Frank with electronics and online accounts, so the request hadn’t seemed strange.
“When I got there, he had a form open on his computer,” Eliam explained.
“He kept complaining about how confusing the website was.”
“Was it confusing?”
“Very.”
In spite of everything, I smiled a little.
“But that wasn’t really the problem,” he continued.
Eventually, Frank confessed that reading unfamiliar documents had always been hard for him.
He could recognize common signs.
Names.
Short instructions.
Familiar words.
But long paragraphs were much harder.
Forms were especially difficult.
Throughout their marriage, Marian had quietly taken care of most of that paperwork.
“Did you ever know?” I asked.
Eliam shook his head.
“No.”
Neither had I.
Suddenly I remembered all the little things Marian used to do.
She wrote their Christmas cards.
Filled out neighborhood forms.
Made labels for community gatherings.
Handled written invitations.
At the time, I had assumed it was simply how they divided their responsibilities.
Perhaps some of it was.
But now those memories looked different.
“So Frank started going to the learning center?” I asked.
“He enrolled himself.”
“Why now?”
Eliam paused.
“That’s something Frank needs to tell you, if he chooses.”
This time, I accepted his answer.
“Why did you take an entire week off?”
“Because he almost changed his mind about going. He was nervous. I had unused vacation days, so I offered to accompany him during his first week.”
“Are you teaching him yourself?”
“No. The instructors handle that. I help him with computer activities and practice exercises. Sometimes I drive him. Mostly, I just keep him company.”
I pictured the scene outside the learning center.
Frank struggling over those cards.
Eliam refusing to step in.
Waiting patiently until Frank worked something out on his own.
“Why pretend you were going to work?”
Eliam sighed.
“Because I handled it terribly.”
“That’s certainly true.”
“I figured if I kept following my regular schedule, you wouldn’t ask questions.”
“So you invented meetings?”
“Yes.”
“And coworkers ruining your lunch?”
He closed his eyes.
“Yes.”
“And traffic from the office?”
He rubbed his forehead again.
“That one was especially stupid.”
I couldn’t help smiling.
“It really was.”
Later that evening, Frank called.
Eliam answered while sitting next to me.
“Hello, Frank.”
He listened for a moment.
Then glanced my way.
“Yes, Sandy’s here.”
Another pause.
Finally, he held the phone out.
“He wants to speak with you. I told him what happened.”
I took the phone.
“Hello, Frank.”
His familiar, slightly rough voice greeted me.
“I hear I’ve caused a little trouble in your house.”
“You certainly had some assistance.”
He chuckled.
“I told Eliam not to tell you anything.”
“Yes, I heard.”
“So if you’re upset, you can blame me.”
I glanced at my husband.
“Oh, don’t worry. I have enough disappointment for both of you.”
Frank laughed.
Then his voice turned serious.
“There’s something I wouldn’t let your husband explain.”
“You don’t owe me an explanation.”
“I know. But I’d like to tell you.”
I waited.
“Three months ago, my grandson gave me a birthday card.”
