Somehow that creak's worse'n the one from the gate, and Jack's back stiffens, even though he ain't yet turned around, ain't yet even said a word in greeting to his father.
"Fixed that gate up, like you wanted," he says, after swallowing half his glass of water and wishing it were something a hell of a lot stronger. His voice, loud and falsely cheerful in the silent kitchen, falls flat.
He turns around, leans against the counter, glass in hand, and tries in vain to meet his father's eyes.
"Was sure in a state. Thing gets worse ever year. Oughta think 'bout puttin' in a new one."
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Date: 2006-05-05 05:44 am (UTC)"Fixed that gate up, like you wanted," he says, after swallowing half his glass of water and wishing it were something a hell of a lot stronger. His voice, loud and falsely cheerful in the silent kitchen, falls flat.
He turns around, leans against the counter, glass in hand, and tries in vain to meet his father's eyes.
"Was sure in a state. Thing gets worse ever year. Oughta think 'bout puttin' in a new one."