Dad's Story- "Frank took a drink......."

Frank took a drink of liquor as he stepped away.  "I'll be damned if I ever speak to that sons-a-bitch again" he mumbled under his breath.  He was hurting deep inside.  Never in his 78 years had Frank been betrayed by his life-long friend.  Charlie had always been there, going back as far as the Korean war. Never had he felt so alone.  With Doris now gone a little over a year, he had so little left, he felt so empty.  The children so were busy with their own lives.  He only saw them briefly a couple of times of year as they passed through on their way to Disney or the Coast.  If it hadn't been for Charlie, Frank knew he wouldn't have made it.
Charlie was there for him when everyone went home.  He came over midmorning and they read the paper together on the veranda in silence.  Afterwards, they would go to the Diner and have lunch.  You used to get a meat and three vegetables and a piece of cake for $4.55.  Now you only get an "entree" and two sides for $5.95. 
Sometimes they would play a round of golf in the late afternoon when it wasn't so hot.  Sometimes they would load up and go fishing off the pier.  Charlie just knew when Frank needed him to be around.  And likewise, Charlie knew when companionship would do Frank no good.  Charlie had lost his wife to cancer four years prior.  Charlie just knew what Frank needed, most of the time.  But not this time.
Charlie and Frank had a tee time of 4:20.  On Tuesday afternoon you can ride and play 18 holes after 4 for $25.  It was Charlie's turn to drive. Frank gathered his bag and shoes and headed out the door towards the car.  As he neared the car, he could see that Charlie was not alone.  Wanda, Charlie's girlfriend was with him.  And a blond woman with too much lipstick on was in the backseat.  Frank was appalled, Charlie had gone too far.  He didn't even ask.  No way was he going for this load of horse shit!  He wasn't about to be pressured in to spending the afternoon with some dame that is one of Wanda's hen-clucking  friends.  "Doris means way too much to me" Frank thought "to be spending time shacked up with some flousy".  Frank looked Charlie square in the eye and said quietly "Fuck You" and then walked back into the house. 
Frank reached for the Jack Daniels and poured himself a tall one. 

caveat-  Dad gave each of an assignment- He gave us the first line.... and asked us to build a story around it.  Everyone's stories were quite enjoyable.