Chapter 3 – Sharing memories
He had no idea of how the little girl had prompted him to share the memories of his family with her. Here he was, anyway, turning the pages of a dusty photo album – the one which he usually kept well hidden at the bottom of a drawer.
"This is Charlotte playing piano with Angela. They could play together for hours, and I loved listening. Well, at least when I was home", he added wistfully.
He always doubted he had been a good father – even leaving aside the whole Red John business.
"My mommy played piano too, sometimes. Especially when she was sad. You know, my daddy died in a car accident when I was two. I don't remember him very much".
Unable to find the proper words to comfort her, Jane settled for stroking her hair instead.
Here they were – two lonely beings, bereft of their loved ones. However, unlike him, Daisy wasn't responsible for the death of her family.
"Wanna watch a movie?", he asked after a moment, shutting the photo album. He had never been great at dealing with people's losses – especially if people meant a five-year-old kid without any surviving relatives who could take care of her.
She shook her head. "Show me that trick with the coin. The one in which you conjure it out of thin air".
"This one?", inquired Jane, as he put his hand behind her ear and presented her a dime.
It always surprised him to see the smile a simple trick like that never failed to bring on her usually serious face.
