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It is Del!

She is in the Bar!

...

And there are monkeys. Purple ones. With umbrellas.

Just cause.

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"Should I be?" she asks. Then shakes her head. "Do you know who I am?"

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"My AlMoSt gReAt-NiEcE bUt NoT QuItE." Sings it like a sparrow. "ShOuLdN'T yOU bE?"

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"Not quite," Susan agrees. "I'm not generally given to sadness, no.

"Meg said you were in need of a governness."

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"YeS!" Bright smile. "FoR mY dErRy!"

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Susan nods, smiling politely. "Well, I'm a governness, and I'd be happy to take care of her for you."

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"Oh! WoUlD yOu? WOUlD yOU ReAllY?" Beams.

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Susan tilts her head kindly. "Of course I would. My mother was adopted. I sort of... owe it to her."

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"DeRrY wIlL LoVe YoU, Oh, ShE wIlL, ShE wIlL!"

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Now she does smile. "I certainly hope so."

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"I WilL gEt hEr!" Del flees to her realm, returning with the baby.

Who, incidentally, now has one green eye and one blue eyes.

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Susan has a birthmark from where her grandfather slapped her father. She is used to that kind of genetics.

"She's lovely," she says, reaching for the baby.

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Del very, very, VERY carefully hands Derry over. "ShE iS tHe MoSt BeAuTiFuL bAbY iN tHe HiStOrY oF BaBiEs." Firmly.

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Who is Susan to argue with that? She takes the baby and looks at her critically, as if assessing her progress for her age.

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[*kicks AIM* Yes, about nine months. Seven and a half, I think, in my head, because I'm anal that way.]

Del just beams.

Derry stares back at Susan.

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"Is she talking yet?" Susan asks.

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"SoMeTiMeS hEr BrAiN GiGgLeS?" Del suggests hesitantly.

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"Oh. Kay," Susan says, carefully. "Crawling, sitting?"

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"ShE cRaWlS a loT. And SiTS bUt SoMeTimEs ShE tIpS."

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"That's only to be expected," Susan admits still looking at Derry.

"So, when would you like me to sit with her?" she smiles at Del politely.

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Del is not so good with whens. And she knows this, looking at Susan uncertainly. "...WhEn YoU...CaN?"

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She nods.

"I can a lot, of course. Time and I... are having regular sex have an understanding."

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"ThAt'S lOvElY! I hoPE iT iS VeRy GoOd SeX. WhEnEvEr YoU wAnT tO, TheN?"

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"Oh, it's Perfect. OK, then."

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"I aM sO gLaD fOr YoU! ThAnK yOU So MuCh AlMoSt NiEcE lAdY!"

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"That was a little sarcastic, you know. You're welcome, aunt."