"No, although he tries and makes a fine one. Mother's brother. Guardian angel who protects broken souls and lost things. He has a real badge, you know. Not plastic. A shield to protect, but never big enough. He fathers me through the heart, not by the traditional way." Molly got up carefully. She hated the loss of balance she currently had.
"Yes, I danced with your tree. He was by himself and no one signed his card. Can't go to a ball and not have a dance. It's against the rule. Even if rules are made to be broken. Just the bad ones. Not the happys."