Okay, this might be a bit confusing at first, but by chapter two, you'll
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(Note: Ross and Rachel are married, they have two kids-Charlie, 8, and Gracie, 5.)
"Happy Thanksgiving!" Joey said happily as he entered the Geller's house.
"Happy Thanksgiving!" Rachel chimed, hanging up Joey's coat as well as his wife, Julie's.
"Everybody here already?" Julie asked.
"Well, Phoebe, Jason and Nicky are here," replied Rachel, referring to Phoebe's husband and son, "and so is Chandler. We're waiting on Ross's parents," she added.
"How's Chandler doing?" Joey asked quietly, Julie's eyes asking the same question.
Rachel's smile softened, "He hasn't spoken much.just to say hello when he arrived. He's in the living room.if you want to try to talk to him. But," she shrugged, "Phoebe already tried, with no luck, so."
Joey and Julie nodded softly and followed Rachel into the kitchen. Nobody could reach Chandler at holidays. In fact, nobody could ever really reach Chandler. There wasn't much point in trying.
"Uncle Joey!" eight-year-old Charlie Geller yelled out as he spotted his uncle.
"Hey buddy!" Joey said, picking up Charlie and throwing him into the air. "Happy Thanksgiving, Char. We gonna watch some football?"
"Yeah! Go Jets!" Charlie called out happily. "C'mon, Uncle Joey. Daddy's got the TV on now!"
"Give me a sec, bud. Let me go say hi to Uncle Chandler, okay?"
Charlie glanced towards the closed doors of the living room, "He hasn't talked much today. He didn't wanna watch football."
"I know, bud. Just give me a sec, okay?"
Charlie nodded and ran off to the television set. Joey sighed and opened the living room doors. "Hey Chandler," he said tentatively, "Julie and I just arrived.Happy Thanksgiving."
"Happy Thanksgiving," Chandler replied monotone, without looking up. Joey sighed at the sight of his best friend. Chandler was sitting in a dark room, staring out the window, his face expressionless.
"You, um, wanna watch football with the other guys?"
"No thanks," Chandler said softly, "I just.I'd kinda like to be alone, if that's okay."
Joey nodded, "Well, okay," he said, "You know man, if you ever want to talk."
Chandler nodded, "Yeah, I know," he said quietly, "I know."
Joey shook his head. He knew Chandler knew he was there for him. Problem was, Chandler had never taken up on his offer. Chandler never talked about it. He never talked about anything, really. Chandler Bing wasn't really a person anymore. He just existed, went through the motions. But the old, witty, sarcastic, friendly Chandler had vanished. Joey sighed and left.
"Mommy?" five-year-old Gracie asked Rachel, "What's wrong with Uncle Chandler today?"
Rachel stopped basting the turkey and sent a wary glance towards Ross. "Well, sweetie," she said, kneeling down to her daughter's level, "Remember how I told you about Aunt Monica?"
"Yup," Gracie nodded eagerly, "You said she's an angel now, looking down from Heaven."
"Yeah, honey, she is," Rachel whispered, "Well, before Aunt Monica was an angel.she was a person like you and me. And Uncle Chandler misses that time when she was a person. Uncle Chandler just misses Aunt Monica an awful lot."
Gracie nodded slowly and left the room. "Honey don't you want to talk some more-" Rachel stopped talking as she realized where Gracie was headed. She watched her daughter push open the doors to the living room and go over to her Uncle Chandler.
"Uncle Chandler?" she said softly, and Chandler turned around. Rachel smiled inwardly. The one person Chandler had never been able to resist was Gracie. He and Gracie had always seemed to have some kind of a special bond, and no one quite knew why. But if there was anybody who could reach Chandler, it was Gracie.
"Hey, honey," he said softly.
"Uncle Chandler, you miss Aunt Monica an awful lot, don't you?" she asked.
Tears welled up in Chandler's eyes. "Yeah, I do," he said softly, and Gracie trotted over and gave him a hug. "I miss her something awful."
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(Note: Ross and Rachel are married, they have two kids-Charlie, 8, and Gracie, 5.)
"Happy Thanksgiving!" Joey said happily as he entered the Geller's house.
"Happy Thanksgiving!" Rachel chimed, hanging up Joey's coat as well as his wife, Julie's.
"Everybody here already?" Julie asked.
"Well, Phoebe, Jason and Nicky are here," replied Rachel, referring to Phoebe's husband and son, "and so is Chandler. We're waiting on Ross's parents," she added.
"How's Chandler doing?" Joey asked quietly, Julie's eyes asking the same question.
Rachel's smile softened, "He hasn't spoken much.just to say hello when he arrived. He's in the living room.if you want to try to talk to him. But," she shrugged, "Phoebe already tried, with no luck, so."
Joey and Julie nodded softly and followed Rachel into the kitchen. Nobody could reach Chandler at holidays. In fact, nobody could ever really reach Chandler. There wasn't much point in trying.
"Uncle Joey!" eight-year-old Charlie Geller yelled out as he spotted his uncle.
"Hey buddy!" Joey said, picking up Charlie and throwing him into the air. "Happy Thanksgiving, Char. We gonna watch some football?"
"Yeah! Go Jets!" Charlie called out happily. "C'mon, Uncle Joey. Daddy's got the TV on now!"
"Give me a sec, bud. Let me go say hi to Uncle Chandler, okay?"
Charlie glanced towards the closed doors of the living room, "He hasn't talked much today. He didn't wanna watch football."
"I know, bud. Just give me a sec, okay?"
Charlie nodded and ran off to the television set. Joey sighed and opened the living room doors. "Hey Chandler," he said tentatively, "Julie and I just arrived.Happy Thanksgiving."
"Happy Thanksgiving," Chandler replied monotone, without looking up. Joey sighed at the sight of his best friend. Chandler was sitting in a dark room, staring out the window, his face expressionless.
"You, um, wanna watch football with the other guys?"
"No thanks," Chandler said softly, "I just.I'd kinda like to be alone, if that's okay."
Joey nodded, "Well, okay," he said, "You know man, if you ever want to talk."
Chandler nodded, "Yeah, I know," he said quietly, "I know."
Joey shook his head. He knew Chandler knew he was there for him. Problem was, Chandler had never taken up on his offer. Chandler never talked about it. He never talked about anything, really. Chandler Bing wasn't really a person anymore. He just existed, went through the motions. But the old, witty, sarcastic, friendly Chandler had vanished. Joey sighed and left.
"Mommy?" five-year-old Gracie asked Rachel, "What's wrong with Uncle Chandler today?"
Rachel stopped basting the turkey and sent a wary glance towards Ross. "Well, sweetie," she said, kneeling down to her daughter's level, "Remember how I told you about Aunt Monica?"
"Yup," Gracie nodded eagerly, "You said she's an angel now, looking down from Heaven."
"Yeah, honey, she is," Rachel whispered, "Well, before Aunt Monica was an angel.she was a person like you and me. And Uncle Chandler misses that time when she was a person. Uncle Chandler just misses Aunt Monica an awful lot."
Gracie nodded slowly and left the room. "Honey don't you want to talk some more-" Rachel stopped talking as she realized where Gracie was headed. She watched her daughter push open the doors to the living room and go over to her Uncle Chandler.
"Uncle Chandler?" she said softly, and Chandler turned around. Rachel smiled inwardly. The one person Chandler had never been able to resist was Gracie. He and Gracie had always seemed to have some kind of a special bond, and no one quite knew why. But if there was anybody who could reach Chandler, it was Gracie.
"Hey, honey," he said softly.
"Uncle Chandler, you miss Aunt Monica an awful lot, don't you?" she asked.
Tears welled up in Chandler's eyes. "Yeah, I do," he said softly, and Gracie trotted over and gave him a hug. "I miss her something awful."
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