Things got serious way quicker than Devi expected. Mum said they should talk, but was it really that urgent? Apparently so. That worried her, a little, and so she actually shut up and listened. She nodded along with most of it, but when it came to the bombshell, she stopped stock-still on the path.
"Daddy's here?" she asked, turning to her mother. Roger had, of course, died before 'daddy' became too juvenile a term for words. "He's here?"
Some of her favourite memories were with her father. In a complete bias of memory, Devi could not remember a single time he had said a cross word, or done anything to upset her. In her mind, Daddy could do no wrong. Well, except for dying.