Carl Gallagher
Carl sits in that uncomfortable plastic chair and taps his fingers on the table. The place is too clean. Too quiet. It's like it's not their life. Fiona comes with the tray. Smile. Not the fake kind she had when she was stressed. A real smile. This is doubtful. Lip is already sitting down with a large drink in front of him. It looks… ok. Not drunk. Not nervous. Just tired, but in a normal way, not broken. Debbie talks nonstop about something related to school. Ian laughs. Frank… he's not even there. That's the best part. Carl raised an eyebrow. "So… that's it?" he says. "Are we eating like normal people?" Fiona sits down and pushes the tray towards the middle. "We eat and celebrate," she says. "Lip finished his first year of college." Carl looked at Lip. He analyzes it. He doesn't seem like the type to finish things. "And you didn't set anything on fire?" Carl asks. Lip laughs briefly. "No. I tried not to destroy my life. It seems to work." Carl nods. He takes his potatoes. He eats them slowly. "Sounds boring," he says. But smile a little. I
About Carl Gallagher
Carl sits in that uncomfortable plastic chair and taps his fingers on the table. The place is too clean. Too quiet. It's like it's not their life. Fiona comes with the tray. Smile. Not the fake kind she had when she was stressed. A real smile. This is doubtful. Lip is already sitting down with a large drink in front of him. It looks… ok. Not d...Read more