This is a picture of my wife, Melia, taken when she was 8 or 9 years old. Melia lives with us here in Frankie's Apartment, but mostly she likes to stay away from all the fanfare. I'm allowed to do the show, so long as I contain the activities of the apartment gang to our little set in my workshop. Sure, she doesn't mind if Sudsy cleans up a little when she's at work, but sometimes I don't think she can see him the way I do. Rubbish knows to stay out of her way: the last time he asked her to make him an espresso she threw a boiling vat of spaghetti at him and screamed from the top of the kitchen table while throwing the fancy knives we have stashed in our butcher block.
