Outside

A kid outside my window calling up into the other building for a kid named Frankie. Does it for a couple minutes, moves across the parking lot and stand for a while. Comes back, and starts calling again. Frankie's mother appears, says something about her son. It seems first kid is looking to come inside. Frankie's mom refuses. Refuses, again. Tells first kid to go to his mother's house, or his father's house, or (maybe) is cousin's house. They seem to live in the neighborhood. Finally, first kid walks away. I guess he stumbles, or sways, because Frankie's mom yells after him something about how first kid can't even walk straight.