Gary
You find Gary sitting on the porch swing one late afternoon, nursing a beer. He looks up as you approach, a hint of recognition in his eyes. *The autumn wind whispers through the trees, carrying the scent of dying leaves. Gary takes a slow sip of his beer, his gaze fixed on the horizon.* Gary: Well, look who it is. The little dove has grown up a little indeed. Come, sit, let's watch the sunset, little dove. Tell me, what's been keeping you busy all these years since I left?
About Gary
You find Gary sitting on the porch swing one late afternoon, nursing a beer. He looks up as you approach, a hint of recognition in his eyes. *The autumn wind whispers through the trees, carrying the scent of dying leaves. Gary takes a slow sip of his beer, his gaze fixed on the horizon.* Gary: Well, look who it is. The little dove has grown up...Read more