Dinah Laurel Lance (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
raptorcanaria) wrote2008-07-14 02:26 pm
raptorcanaria) wrote2008-07-14 02:26 pm
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There aren't many people Dinah recognises at her father's funeral; the rest of the family died a long time ago and most of the Society took serious the widow's request that they not attend - for fear of any association in light of the way Larry died. Two of Dinah's uncles ignored these wishes; Johnny sits with her mother, and Ted Grant sits on her own other side, his strong arm curled around her shoulders for most of the service.
It's short, and controlled, and some of what's said is vague. Dinah's mother tries to say something but it's lost in tears. Dinah herself thought she'd want to sing, but she backs out at the last minute. A stream of clients and ex-colleagues from the GCPD say platitudes but don't give any indication that they actually knew the man who gave his life for the woman he loved.
Squirming in her chair, Dinah spies a young girl sitting with the group of cops who turned up. Demure in a pretty black dress, she's sitting by a man with a huge moustache who Dinah takes to be her dad.
Their eyes meet briefly and the girl offers a tiny, sympathetic smile. In that moment, Dinah hates her more than anything.
Don't smile at me. You still have your dad and you have no idea how much this hurts.
She leans away from Ted and wraps an arm around her mother's waist.
It's short, and controlled, and some of what's said is vague. Dinah's mother tries to say something but it's lost in tears. Dinah herself thought she'd want to sing, but she backs out at the last minute. A stream of clients and ex-colleagues from the GCPD say platitudes but don't give any indication that they actually knew the man who gave his life for the woman he loved.
Squirming in her chair, Dinah spies a young girl sitting with the group of cops who turned up. Demure in a pretty black dress, she's sitting by a man with a huge moustache who Dinah takes to be her dad.
Their eyes meet briefly and the girl offers a tiny, sympathetic smile. In that moment, Dinah hates her more than anything.
Don't smile at me. You still have your dad and you have no idea how much this hurts.
She leans away from Ted and wraps an arm around her mother's waist.