“Right this way, Mr. Pines,” the
helpful woman said, leading Stan and Lute down a corridor. The walls were covered with various drawings,
clearly done by the children living there.
“I think it’s so incredibly kind of you to adopt one of our older kids,”
the woman said. “Particularly in
your…situation.” Stan and Lute shared a look.
“Do ya get many couples like us,
who adopt kidlets?” Lute asked. The
“A fair amount, since we’re one
of the few orphanages that allows it.
Ah, here we are.” She knocked on
a wooden door with the number 53 on it.
“Roy? May we come in?”
“…Yeah,” a voice said after a
moment. The woman opened the door. Sitting on a bed next to a packed duffle bag,
idly swinging his legs, was a boy. The
information from his file ran through Lute’s head.
Roy Martinez. Ten years old,
birthday is January 6. He’s tall fer his
age, likes drawin’ and baseball, and wants to be an architect someday. Both he and Stan had spoken to him on the
phone and seen his picture, but this was something else. Lute squeezed Stan’s hand. We’re really goin’ to be parents.
“Roy, these are the men who
adopted you,” the woman said, gesturing to Lute and Stan. Roy looked at them, quizzical. “I’ll let you three have a few minutes to
chat. Stop by the front desk before you
“Thank you, ma’am,” Lute
said. The woman waved a hand and left,
closing the door gently behind her.
“You look different than I
thought you would,” Roy said bluntly. He
blew a strand of black hair out of his face.
“How so?” Lute asked. Roy shrugged.
“When I heard it was two guys
adopting me, I dunno, I thought you’d be…y’know.”
“Yes, we ain’t exactly the
stereotype,” Lute said. “May we sit
down? Feels a bit strange to be hoverin’
“Yeah, go ahead,” Roy said. “They brought in two chairs for a reason.” Lute and Stan took a seat across from
Roy. “So where am I gonna live?”
“Gravity Falls,” Stan
answered. “It’s in Oregon.” Roy nodded.
“You guys’ file said you had the
same last name.”
“I took Stan’s,” Lute said.
“Do I need to?”
“Only if ya want,” Stan
said. Roy looked down at his feet,
clearly thinking. “We won’t care either
way. I get wantin’ to leave behind your
old life, but I also get wantin’ to hold onto it a bit.” Roy looked up again, a perplexed expression
on his face. “I got kicked outta my
house when I was a teen,” Stan said, answering the unasked question.
“Stan knows some of what ya
might be goin’ through,” Lute said. “That’s
why we asked to be set up with ya.” Stan
“It’s always nice to have a
family member who you can relate to.”
“Speaking of family,” Roy said
slowly, “once you guys sign the rest of the papers, what sorta family are we
“A big one,” Stan said, getting
his wallet out. He began to thumb
through it. Each time he found a picture
he was looking for, he handed it to Roy.
“I’ve got five siblin’s, so you’ll
have plenty of aunts and uncles,” Lute said.
“In Gravity Falls alone, you’ve got four.”
“Really?” Roy asked.
“Yep. There’s Fidds ‘n Ford, ‘n Angie and her
“Why do you never call him by
his name?” Stan muttered. Lute ignored
“You’ve also got a few cousins
in Gravity Falls. And plenty in
“Arkansas? That’s where you’re from?” Roy asked, peering
at a photo of Lute and his siblings.
“Me, yes. Stan’s from New Jersey.”
“That’s cool,” Roy said. He set down the last of the pictures.
“Do ya have any other questions
fer us?” Lute asked. Roy shook his head.
“Nothing that can’t be asked in
the car.” Lute and Stan beamed at each
right then, Roy, let’s go home,” Stan said, picking up Roy’s duffle bag.