72-Brown
He was delusional, that much was evident. For what other reason would he be having such longing for his wife, a woman who didn't even love him? On this day, February 29th, that came only once every four years, he vowed for something to be different. At then she appeared in the doorway, sobbing.
His angel wore a blue print dress, her brown hair in complete disarray. His heart went out to her and he went to her at once for a soothing hug. Her shudders subsided as did his longing for Maris. For it was Daphne he loved most.