Frank--->apology?

I am upset at Susannah, that's what I call Susie when I get angry at her. She doesn't email me or phone me or whatever but emails others about me. The football jock who untied me and tried to make a pass at me cause he thought I was gay was in love with my sister Susie, I mean Susannah. Being gay in that town meant you had to keep a low profile, apparently Susannah helped him come out of the closet recently and admit his choice openly. Rumor had it that Frank (that's his name... the one who untied me and stroked my hair) followed Susannah to Los Angeles. NO HE DID NOT. He's in Montreal. In contact with my sister. Still loves her but now as a sister he tells me. Yup that's right, the cotton-pickin' cowpoke has been told where I work. He shows up y'see and introduces me to his boyfriend (nice guy by the looks of it... deserves better than Frank) Some chinese guy from Japan(more on him later) Frank comes in with an awkward smile and chats with me about old times and how immature he was and how he'd like to apologize for following the crowd and all that stuff. I was being polite and smiled and told him it was nothing, if I was gay, I would've been honored to come out of the closet and be with him and show how stupid the town was. I felt like hitting him, the military taught me how to channel my anger but I guess I left that in Afghanistan after the war.

Then I started to ignore him and just spoke to the chinese guy. I wanted Frank to know I wasn't concerned at all about his actions. The chinese guy told me he had a similar family of military service, his ancestors had protected the islands of Japan from chinese people in Korea and chinese people led by Ghengis Khan(I thought he was from India or Russia) the Mongols I think they were called (maybe they did look chinese... hard to say they all look the same to me). Then the chinese guy told me how his family had invaded real chinese people from China and how he didn't agree with all that and how different chinese people didn't like other types of chinese people. I told him that I didn't agree with what the U.S. did when they attacked the chinese in Vietnam. That seemed to bother him, he said that they were "Vietnamese".... sure whatever, I don't know about the "proper" tribe names of all the different chinese people. Then Frank started explaining how we were really not well educated in our hometown about the matters of the world.... Why did he have to interfere with our conversation? Anyways after work I came straight to my apartment to write this down.... it helped to calm me down.

What will my last shift of the week be like?