Saturday, March 12, 1977

[sign_seeker]

Will sits on the living room floor, back resting against an armchair, petting the Stanton's Welsh collie Raq. Their other dog, Ci, looks hopefully up at Bran, sprawled on the couch; he reaches out to rub the dog's ears absently

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[sixth_son]

If there is quiet, then James to the rescue!

The sixth Stanton son bursts into the room, waving a flyer in one slightly chubby fist. "Bran, Will, you have got to come see this with me -"

[theravenboy]

Bran does not look up. "We have got to, have we? What is it that we are predestined to see, dare I ask?"

[sign_seeker]

*Will does look up, and directs a look half inquiring and half amused at his brother.*

[sixth_son]

James rolls his eyes at Bran, and passes the flyer to Will.

"I've been waiting for them to show this again, I missed it last time because I had the 'flu, you remember -"