She was content to eat in companionable silence... especially since Gene seemed to be thinking hard about something. Alex had more patience now -- he'd come to it in his own time.
"You can always ask me, Gene. I don't always promise an answer -- but if I give one, it will be truthful," she told him, continuing to enjoy dinner and wine.
"Why did... oh, Gene. Because it was the truth. Because it was real. You didn't deserve what had happened... but you took what happened to you and you've done wonderful things for so many people."
She set her fork down and just looked at him for a minute. "That skinny kid with his head full of Westerns grew up to be a damn good man, and the finest copper I've ever known. Keats? Keats could never touch that, Gene. Not in a million years."
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Date: 2010-06-11 11:09 am (UTC)"You can always ask me, Gene. I don't always promise an answer -- but if I give one, it will be truthful," she told him, continuing to enjoy dinner and wine.
"Why did... oh, Gene. Because it was the truth. Because it was real. You didn't deserve what had happened... but you took what happened to you and you've done wonderful things for so many people."
She set her fork down and just looked at him for a minute. "That skinny kid with his head full of Westerns grew up to be a damn good man, and the finest copper I've ever known. Keats? Keats could never touch that, Gene. Not in a million years."