Re: Gotham: Jake & Clem
[There hadn't been one story in the small house he had grown up in from child to man about how Lore had died. It was real sad, was all his grandma would say and she and his grandpa would look at one another above his head and Jake knew it had plenty to do with Graham even if he'd only been seven, it was a blood-soaked space in his mind that woke him up in the middle of nights.
He didn't know anything about Graham that couldn't be put down on paper in a letter to be read out loud by his grandpa. He knew the face Graham had when he was young in photographs that had sun-stains in their corners and he knew he had been crazy in love with Lorelai. But he didn't know anything about haints that stuck around and were talked to like it was just an inconvenience, that being dead and if he had he wouldn't have understood anyway. He was good and mad at Graham and he didn't care if any of it was unfair, even a little piece. And Clem sounding mad just made Jake feel all the better for being that way too.]
Why would he go back? [That sounded plain crazy but Jake believed it, same way he'd believe the sky was any color if Clem said so. And going back didn't sound so bad: his grandparents were back there and so was Vegas.] What happened come Halloween? [Jake's blue eyes were untroubled on memories of Halloween: it was just a corny holiday crammed full of candy.]