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Afternoon With Pop
He knows he shouldn't be surprised how quickly she picks up on things, but Pop never ceases to amaze him. She's so much like her mother in certain respects that he could nearly call her Grace's Mini-Me, but in other ways, she is so much like him it caught him off guard. Like the day he could hear the guitar wafting from outside. He stands in the ( Read more... ) -
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After he's escorted her out of the...soon to be hellishly explosive brunch as quickly and quietly as they slipped in, Jude directs the driver to Central Park. He leads the way to a small, quiet bit of the park, and leads her to a blanket already laid out for them.
"Looks like they got here early." -
To keep The Deadly Nightshades and cohorts in order
Harrison Sparks---Son of Georgina Sparks and an unnamed Russian mobster. Plays bass, because he says it gets him in better with the ladiez. Jude's best male friend, and a genuinely good guy, in spite of his absolutely batshit mother ( Read more... ) -
One step forward and two back. It's like a dance.
The moment he got them both back to her penthouse was the moment he realized that he's had too much to drink. Her general level of handsiness is worse than usual and he's much less inclined to do anything about it. Except, of course, the let it happen; encourage it, even maybe a little.
He doesn't even fuss when she takes off his shirt. Nor ( Read more... ) -
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When you're Jude Archibald, the illegitimate French-American son of Nathaniel Archibald, each morning is new and unique. Or...well, not really. Eight grade is hard. The school-work comes easily enough, and he's getting along fairly well with his drum lessons, and his poetry isn't half bad, so says his best friend. Even if she does ask really ( Read more... ) -
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The little blond boy stands beside his mother, seated in a wheelchair in their small Parisian flat. The dirty blond man stands with a tall blond woman who both wear smiles. The woman has a broader smile than the slightly tight one the man is wearing. Jude looks over to his mother, before squeezing her hand.
"Jude, my dearest heart...this is who ( Read more... )