most fun loving dads would take this time to make a not-so-subtle jab at their wives, or in this case, uriah's mother. a good dad joke to break the ice.
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gabe doesn't.
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"when i was younger."
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he admits, rolling up his sleeves to the elbow, ready to work on his farmers tan.
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"half-a-dozen mouths to feed, and no money to do it. we got by on what we could."
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his heavy gaze falls onto uriah.
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"it's about time you learned to do some real work."

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"i heard."
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he picks up a tin bucket and places it heavily beneath a milktank. gabriel sits, turning his back onto his son. still, his voice carries.
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"and tell me boy, which head made that decision? or is that question better suited for ms. einarsdottir? she was your training officer, if i recall."

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the mantle of ownership on uriah's decisions mattered little. he's proven more than once, in the past, how his attention flitted from one thing to another.
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this was just another phase, not worthy of gabriel's attention.
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"ms. stone says you've been to see her recently. what about?"

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so perhaps ana was telling the truth. gabriel grunts, thinking of another reality in the multiverse where he'd have made a living doing this.
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an impossible thought.
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"with publicity comes scrutiny, scandals. you want Jessica Manner's job in the spotlight? how would that look?"
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a bait.

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"you may be forward thinking, but the media isn't. i can take scrutiny, and any verbal lashings the region might give me, but your siblings should not."
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why couldn't any of them see he was just trying to protect them? to protect his house, he would do anything.
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"i did. what of it?"

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"you'll understand one day." arguing with him on the matter was pointless. the world had a habit of making a mountain from a drillbur hill.
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his face scrunches in irritation at the accusation. "a scene? far from it." not necessarily the truth.

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"ENOUGH!" his anger takes over, billowing out in explosive display like a volcano. his foot connects to a tin-bucket, sending it and the contents inside splattering against the wooden doorway. his breathe came heavy, chest and shoulders rising and falling.
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after a few seconds, his calm disposition returns and turns to face his son. "—enough about your sister. she made her choice." even if he wasn't against it, he hadn't told either of them that. he'd made his own choice, too.

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