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Coming Out To Raige’s Dad
Series: Infinity Smashed
Word Count: ~1600
Summary: Raige's dad takes it badly, but not as badly as he COULD have taken it?
Notes: This story was the first place winner of this month's story poll, and was supported by the generous Patreon crew! George is Raige's dad; Lily was his mom, and Kara Steinlechter is his great-aunt. Yes, this is the great-aunt he was going to visit at the very beginning of the series, the one with the ferrets.
Kara Steinlechter was playing bridge with the girls when the kitchen phone rang.
“Ignore it,” she said. “Everyone knows not to call me on game day.”
They continued playing, and Kara was so busy winning that she completely forgot about the phone. That evening, after everyone had left, she showered, braided her white hair to keep it from getting tangled while she slept, and poured herself a cup of hot chamomile tea. She was heading towards her room to turn in with a book when she saw the answering machine’s blinking light from the study.
She went in, pressed the button, and heard her nephew-in-law’s voice.
“Kara, it’s George. I need to talk to you. Call me as soon as you get this.”
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Series: Infinity Smashed
Word Count: ~1600
Summary: Raige's dad takes it badly, but not as badly as he COULD have taken it?
Notes: This story was the first place winner of this month's story poll, and was supported by the generous Patreon crew! George is Raige's dad; Lily was his mom, and Kara Steinlechter is his great-aunt. Yes, this is the great-aunt he was going to visit at the very beginning of the series, the one with the ferrets.
Kara Steinlechter was playing bridge with the girls when the kitchen phone rang.
“Ignore it,” she said. “Everyone knows not to call me on game day.”
They continued playing, and Kara was so busy winning that she completely forgot about the phone. That evening, after everyone had left, she showered, braided her white hair to keep it from getting tangled while she slept, and poured herself a cup of hot chamomile tea. She was heading towards her room to turn in with a book when she saw the answering machine’s blinking light from the study.
She went in, pressed the button, and heard her nephew-in-law’s voice.
“Kara, it’s George. I need to talk to you. Call me as soon as you get this.”
( Read more... )
