human
Joyce!
gpt
Oh, yes, father.
human
I've been thinking lately how you and me might do better than stick here in St. Angé.
gpt
Where could we go, father?
human
Oh! there are several places. I wasn't always here by a long shot. I've always meant to tell you some day, Joyce. It has sometimes struck me as singular that you never asked.
gpt
I never cared. I was here--and the rest didn't matter--or it never did, until now.
human
Well I was a handsome young buck once, my girl. Jared glanced at the mirror hanging over Joyce's head, and smirked.
gpt
I ain't a bad looking feller now. A little trimming of the beard, fashionable clothes, refined surroundings and you'd have a father that any girl might be proud of!