บท 441: Homecoming, Part 2

We broke apart, and gradually, all the warm and fuzzy feelings began to wane and dwindle. I took the moment to regain my bearings, and not knowing how else to proceed, looked back to my little posse in formation. 

"So… this one over here is Adalia," I began, giving a little wavy gesture at the sullen, silent, still figure behind me, awkwardly too. It was like I was presenting some kind of art piece in an exhibit. "The Matriarch that I told you about in my text."

When it came to total strangers and sometimes even distant acquaintances, Dad was a man of very few words, and sometimes even a man of none at all. In this case, he was much a man of the latter variety. The only acknowledgment he gave was a slight nod of the head.