"So, I hear you've been appearing out of no where with that Gerard guy, huh? Who is he?" Jason asked over the dinner table.
"Shut up Jason. Stop asking me about Gerard... I don't have a clue who he is." Frank growled.
"Boys, stop fighting." Their mom ordered.
Frank looked glumly at the wall behind his brother, thinking deeply about something he'd remembered.
"That wall looked better green." he said.
"But Frank, that wall was painted brown 5 years before you were born." His dad said.
"Oh... I must've seen a picture of something..." Frank mumbled.
He stared at his plate for the rest of the night, his parents exchanging worried glances across the table.
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