Distressing news

"Dana, just calm down." Jenny said, trying to reason with Dana. They enter the bar, which is what you'd expect from a bar out in the middle of nowhere. Hunting memorabilia on the walls along with car parts. The sources of entertainment are is a small radio on the counter, and a crowded pool table, where Dana's Dad is seen, gambling. Dana makes a beeline too the pool table. "Sorry young..young missy, b-but your F-rank is in the middle of.." Dana pushes the drunk guy aside. "Fuck off, Dave. Hey! Dad!" "Oh Jesus. Dana, go home." Frank says, aiming his final shot. Dana pushes the que ball away. "HEY!" Shout's Frank. "Hey, I'm mad too. I came here to see if you cared about our home and me, but instead, I see you gambling our money away! Why!? What's wrong with you!?" There was a stunned silence in the bar. Jenny has never seen Dana this angry. Frank broke the silence. " Dana, baby.. I'm tired. I've done all I can to provide for you." Dana was really confused. "What are you saying Dad?" Frank pulled out a folded up slip of paper out of his pocket. "I was going to tell you this, this morning, but.." Franks eyes welled with tears. Dana took the letter and read it. "No. This has gotta be wrong!" Dana's became short of breath. For her everything was in slow motion. "Dana, I'm sorry. I... AACK! GOD!" Frank collapses onto the ground clutching his chest. Dana rushed over at his side. "Dad, stay with me. Please. Dad? DAD!? NOOOOOO!" Jenny looked at the letter. It was a medical note explaining that Frank has congestive heart failure