"Gerard. I came after your time." The sad part is that his mother had never told him his father's name. He'd never seen a picture, either, to know how similar their faces had been. With his hair dyed dark like Eric's, Gerry is the spitting image of his father. "You might know my mother, though. Mary Keay?"

Getting himself a cigarette, he offers one to Agnes. It'd surprise him if she didn't smoke.