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April 22, 2012—later

Finally! I couldn't wait for Daddy to finish his story, so I could get back to you, diary, and write down all the interesting things. Daddy was telling me a story about one of his relatives who had stupid hair and had just gotten to the part where he was playing a game with two nuns when I remembered something from the earlier conversation.

"—and then the Magnificent Poof discovered that his bottle of hair gel had fallen out sometime during…his game of checkers with the two nuns. So he shrieks like a little girl and—"

"Daddy, who's Uncle Angel?" I interrupted.

Daddy's mouth stayed halfway open. And one of those funny looks passed across his face. "Pet, where did you hear mention of Angel?" A pause. "Was your mum talking about him?"

Well, technically…"Yeah. But Daddy, Daddy, who is he?"

"He's your namesake, luv." But now Daddy's voice sounded distinctively bitter. "And one of your mum's old…friends." Then he added sarcastically, "They used to play checkers."

"Oh." I cocked my head. "Why am I named after him? Do I look like him?"

"Bloody hell, no! My little girl looks nothing like that sodding ponce." Daddy clapped a hand to his mouth, too late. "Uh, right. You didn't hear me say that."

"Bloody hell," I repeated, giggling. "Bloody hell, bloody hell, bl—"

Daddy put his hand over my mouth. So cold, like ice cream. "Please don't say that, pet. Your mum wouldn't like it. She'd put a bloody stake through my chest."

I nodded, pretending to get what he was saying. "Okay, Daddy. Only if you tell me about Uncle Angel."

Daddy rolled his eyes. "Just like your mum. You not only look like mini-Buffy, you have to act like her too. Alright, pint-size Slayer, what do you want to know?"

"I'm not mini or pint-sized. And I'm different than Mommy 'cause Mommy says I have the prettiest blue eyes," I pouted, "and hers are hazel. And I'll grow taller than Mommy too, that's what Aunt Dawnie said."

Daddy smiled again and he ruffled my hair. "That's my girl."

Remembering that Daddy was trying to avoid talking about Uncle Angel, I narrowed my eyes. "Don't change the subject, Daddy. Who's Uncle Angel?"

Daddy sighed again. "Alright, alright. Angel's my grandsi—father. Grandfather."

I giggled. "Silly Daddy. Uncle Angel is my uncle. He'd have to be your brother."

Daddy was mumbling to himself. "Dru sired Darla, who had Connor, who is the Poof's son, which makes Dru the mini-Poof's so-called 'grandmother', which would make his dad my sort-of brother. Bloody twisted family I have." Aloud, he said, "yeah, pet. You were right."

I frowned. "Daddy, Who are all those people?"

"Who?"

"Darla and Dru and Connor?"

Daddy got very, very still. He looked even paler than usual.

"Pet, did you hear me talking to myself?"

I nodded. Daddy swallowed. "And can you hear us talking downstairs?"

I nodded again. Daddy got up slowly. "Goodnight, pet." He kissed me on the forehead and walked downstairs.

Silly Daddy. He forgot to turn off the lights. And he didn't tell me who all those people were.

I don't wanna go to sleep 'cause I'm probably gonna have those dreams again. Usually they're alright, just Mommy fighting monsters. But sometimes they're scary and sad.

I don't want to fall asleep…