Intermissionlude 3 A

The-man-daddy-loves was in a black suit. It was a fancy suit, Dehlia recognized, though why it was fancy was perhaps beyond her. He smiled at her, the wrinkles on his face lighting up. He scared her normally, his face was angry most of the time. Frowning and glowering were his basic settings. It took her nearly a year to adjust and learn that he just looked like that. Daddy told her he couldn't help it. She felt bad for him mostly. At least Daddy only frowned sometimes, and when he did he cried. The-man-daddy-loves didn't even cry when he frowned, and Dehlia thought that was why the frown didn't stop.Jaheira stood, holding Dehlia in her arms, between Grandpa Elmi and Minsc.Then Daddy walked up the aisle. He looked happy, happier than Dehlia could remember seeing before. He was wearing a white suit with a bundle of flowers and ferns in his hands, an explosion of yellow and green that cascaded over his hands. It matched the fern and flower pinned to the-man-daddy-loves suit. Dehlia looked at him, the man her Daddy loved. He was crying; crying and smiling. Big tears falling into the upturned corners of his lips.