Chapter 41: Stephen Hawking
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...We? - Stephen Jr. opened his mouth again, the words getting stuck in his throat.
He should have known something was off - the old man had been watching the same movie clips over and over since yesterday, as if possessed by some obsessive madness.
And as if on cue, the window rolled up with quiet finality, shutting down any chance for further discussion.
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Knowing he had no choice, Stephen Jr. exhaled and climbed into the front seat of the car, shooting Christopher and Anne a reluctant but goodbye nod.
The car began to move smoothly.
Stephen slouched in his seat, completely unused to this type of situation.
Behind him, his grandfather sat like a statue, hands resting on his cane, as if he were the ruler of this small, mobile domain.
"Where does this young director live?" His grandfather asked suddenly.
Stephen Jr. felt more trouble brewing inside that casual question.
However, he at least confirmed something by now.