“It’s Gaelic,” Gerard said. Looking up at the words above the library lintel. They both sat on the steps, Gerard a couple down from Frank so his shoulder was paralelle with Frank’s knee.
“Yeah? Well, it’s fucking cool,” Frank said “Like something from a horror movie, or something.”
Gerard craned his ead back to see the lintel. “Do you - you can’t read it?”
Frank frowned, took a bite of his waffle cone and munched on it. “No,” he laughed. “I’m Italian- American, from New Jersey. We do garlic, not Gaelic.”
Gerard laughed. “It says: ‘Here is the doorway to all the worlds.’”
Gerard wasn’t making it up, Frank could tell.
I died. I FREAKING DIED. I'm, like, 100% Irish and I saw the word Gaelic and I exploded into little bits. And then into smaller bits when Gerard read it. Luv
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“Yeah? Well, it’s fucking cool,” Frank said “Like something from a horror movie, or something.”
Gerard craned his ead back to see the lintel. “Do you - you can’t read it?”
Frank frowned, took a bite of his waffle cone and munched on it. “No,” he laughed. “I’m Italian- American, from New Jersey. We do garlic, not Gaelic.”
Gerard laughed. “It says: ‘Here is the doorway to all the worlds.’”
Gerard wasn’t making it up, Frank could tell.
I died. I FREAKING DIED. I'm, like, 100% Irish and I saw the word Gaelic and I exploded into little bits. And then into smaller bits when Gerard read it. Luv
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