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10. Angels.

MARCH 29, 2013. | 8:27pm —

INT. SILVER RIDGE HEIGHTS. SLATER RESIDENCE. GAEL'S BEDROOM. NIGHT.

GAEL yawns as he lowers himself on his bed.

Lucian Slater:

Did you have fun today?

Gael Slater:

We went to a funeral, dad. I reckon it was more sad than happy.

Lucian shrugs.

Lucian Slater:

Fair point.

Lucian covers the boy, getting him all snug and ready to sleep. His eyes droop, but he glances back up at his father.

Gael Slater:

Do you like Mr Noel now, dad?

Lucian lowers his gaze and lets out a strained grunt.

Lucian Slater:

I don't hate your teacher, Gael.

He sighs and lowers his head as he stands up straight.

Lucian Slater:

Even you have to admit he was kinda... eccentric.

Gael Slater:

That doesn't make him a rich snob, dad.

Lucian gives his son a reluctant nod.

Lucian Slater:

You're right. He's a pretty cool guy, I guess. Is he always this nice?

Gael Slater:

I can't say. I know he's a good teacher. Some boys in my class were a little slow, so he spends extra time with them.

Lucian's eye
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