Disclaimer – I own nothing of Jersey Boys. Everything belongs to the wonderful writers of this fabulous musical.

A/N: I've had this idea in my head for a while. It's my first Jersey Boys fic, so be nice, please. Also, I'm sorry I haven't updated/posted things in a while, but life is getting a little crazy, but when it settles down, I'll post/update more often.

Summary: AU: It's the Friday before Father's Day and the final phone call that happens between Francine and Frankie. My first Jersey Boys fic, so be nice, please. Rated T for safety and because I'm paranoid.

Genre: Family/None

Rating: T

Twenty-two-year-old Francine Valli placed the earpiece to her ear and dialed her home number. It was the Friday before Father's day and she wanted to call her father and wish him a happy Father's Day.

"Hello?" her father's voice was on the other line.

"Papa? It's me, Francine." Francine said.

"My darling angel! How are you? Where are you?" Frankie asked.

"I'm okay. I'm in New York – it's amazing here. How are Mom and the girls?" Francine inquired, trying to focus on their present conversation.

"They're good. Mom's worried about you, as am I. Celia and Antonia are also worried about you, too." Frankie told his oldest. "So, when are you coming home?"

"You see, dad, that's the problem. I can't get home – I spent all my money on drugs."

"Then I'll send you a cab to bring you home."

"No, dad – it's all right. I'm gonna check into rehab and I'm going to make myself get better."

"Francine, please. We haven't seen you in so long. Why don't you come back?"

"Dad, didn't you hear a word I said? I'm checking into rehab and I am going to make myself get better – even if it kills me."

"Just be safe, baby." Frankie told his daughter, completely trusting her decision.

"I promise, dad. Give my love to Mom and the girls, okay?"

"Okay, baby. I just got called to dinner. Did you want to say hi to your sisters or your mother?"

"No. I'll let you go have dinner. What are you having, anyway?"

"Spaghetti, meatballs, garlic bread and salad." Frankie answered.

"My favorite. Have some spaghetti and meatballs for me."

"Will do baby girl. Love you."

"Love you, too. Hey dad?"

"Yeah, angel?"

"Happy father's day."

"It's not until Sunday."

"I know – just wanted to call a couple days early. I sent you a card, but it probably won't get there until Monday or Tuesday."

"That's fine, sweetheart."

"I'll let you go eat dinner – I know how Ma gets when you talk on the phone too long."

Frankie let out a chuckle, for he knew his daughter was right.


"Bye my beautiful girl."

"Bye dad. Love you."

"You, too."

Francine hung up, tears in her eyes. She missed her family, but she had no way of getting back home. She headed out of the phone booth and went to find a safe place to spend the night, knowing that there weren't any safe places. She found shelter in an abandoned building and tried to make herself as warm as possible, for it was a cold night – nearly 56 degrees.

That Sunday, Frankie got the call that Francine had overdosed on drugs. It was truly a sad Father's Day – he was missing his baby girl. It was right then and there that Frankie broke down.