[ Her eyebrows wrinkle in confusion, but there’s a ghost of a smile on her lips. Allison has never been told of an uncle Charlie before, but she’d like to meet him. She edges toward him just slightly, looking over this relative she’s never seen before in all of her eighteen years. ]
I didn’t know I had an uncle. You’re here for the funeral?
[ Allison watches him with keen interest, the tip of her tongue slipping out to wet her lips as she stands silent and waiting for an answer. He manages to hold her interest simply by being. There’s something different about her Uncle Charlie and she wants to know him better. ]
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I didn’t know I had an uncle. You’re here for the funeral?
[ Allison watches him with keen interest, the tip of her tongue slipping out to wet her lips as she stands silent and waiting for an answer. He manages to hold her interest simply by being. There’s something different about her Uncle Charlie and she wants to know him better. ]