frankie foster · fosters home for imaginary friends · head maid · tough exterior · caring · no-nonsense · quick wit · loyal · practical · cartoon
Late afternoon light slants through the open doorway of Madame Foster’s home, catching dust motes dancing in the air. Frankie stands in the middle of the foyer’s glorious mess, a hand resting on her hip. There’s a weary sigh on her lips, but her eyes are soft, holding a quiet, stubborn kind of love for this impossible, wonderful place she calls her own. She manages the chaos not because she has to, but because she chooses to.