[She wanted to cry, although even then, she couldn't figure out whether or not they were tears of sadness...or joy.]
[There, posted for all the world to see, was a picture of her. Age six. In her father's arms. A rare moment where Giovanni Zatara was caught smiling. They were backstage at one of his shows, and she was wearing his tophat. The rim was far too large for her, and her eyes were partially covered. But there was no hiding the overwhelming sense of happiness and pride and unbridled love of her life.]