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Kinda long snippet:
Ray thinks over Gerard’s offer for a few days, but doesn’t really make up his mind until a week after the offer is proposed. He and Grace are over at Ray’s parents’ home, eating Sunday dinner as an early Thanksgiving celebration, when Ray’s mother asks him if he has plans for the holiday.
“I’m not quite certain yet,” Ray admits. “A friend extended an invitation for Grace and I to spend the day at his brother’s home among friends but I’m not decided yet.”
Ray’s mother asks, “who is this who invited you?”
“Gerard Way,” he answers.
Grace’s head snaps up, eyes alight with excitement, and that’s Ray’s choice made for him. Ray’s father asks, “Gerard Way, the author?” And Grace nods enthusiastically.
“He’s the best author ever!” She says, and the three adults around her chuckle.
Somehow, it appears Ray’s mother knows Gerard’s mother, and she spends a few minutes talking about rumours she’s heard over the years. None seem believable in the slightest, but Ray doesn’t say anything, just lets her talk until she’s finished. Conversation turns to what Ray’s brothers have been up to recently, and by the end of the evening the family is talking all about old memories and cousins they haven’t seen in too long.
That night after they get home, Grace tugs gently on Ray’s sleeve as he’s tucking her into bed. “Did Gerard really invite us over for Thanksgiving?” Grace asks, quiet and unsure. Ray nods.
“He did. He told me his brother was having a small celebration at home and that Frank and Dewees were invited so Gerard asked that we’d come too. Would you like to go?” Grace nods shyly, and Ray smiles gently. He pushes a hand through the curls on her forehead and leaves a kiss in his wake. “I’ll tell Gerard and his brother that we’ll be there, then. Goodnight, Missile Kid.”
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Kinda long snippet:
Ray thinks over Gerard’s offer for a few days, but doesn’t really make up his mind until a week after the offer is proposed. He and Grace are over at Ray’s parents’ home, eating Sunday dinner as an early Thanksgiving celebration, when Ray’s mother asks him if he has plans for the holiday.
“I’m not quite certain yet,” Ray admits. “A friend extended an invitation for Grace and I to spend the day at his brother’s home among friends but I’m not decided yet.”
Ray’s mother asks, “who is this who invited you?”
“Gerard Way,” he answers.
Grace’s head snaps up, eyes alight with excitement, and that’s Ray’s choice made for him. Ray’s father asks, “Gerard Way, the author?” And Grace nods enthusiastically.
“He’s the best author ever!” She says, and the three adults around her chuckle.
Somehow, it appears Ray’s mother knows Gerard’s mother, and she spends a few minutes talking about rumours she’s heard over the years. None seem believable in the slightest, but Ray doesn’t say anything, just lets her talk until she’s finished. Conversation turns to what Ray’s brothers have been up to recently, and by the end of the evening the family is talking all about old memories and cousins they haven’t seen in too long.
That night after they get home, Grace tugs gently on Ray’s sleeve as he’s tucking her into bed. “Did Gerard really invite us over for Thanksgiving?” Grace asks, quiet and unsure. Ray nods.
“He did. He told me his brother was having a small celebration at home and that Frank and Dewees were invited so Gerard asked that we’d come too. Would you like to go?” Grace nods shyly, and Ray smiles gently. He pushes a hand through the curls on her forehead and leaves a kiss in his wake. “I’ll tell Gerard and his brother that we’ll be there, then. Goodnight, Missile Kid.”
“Goodnight, Jet Star. I love you.”
“I love you too, Grace.”