Dad looked up and caught Ghastly's eyes, and for just a moment there was no façade. There was no subterfuge about what God did or didn't know from Ghastly's heart and mind, no pretence that He couldn't tell what the sorcerer was thinking. But, equally, there was no mystery--no distance. Everything in His eyes was built upon a wealth of experience; the sadness and the love and even the understanding for Ghastly's previous anger.
The odd thing about that look was that there was less of a difference than one might have expected between it and God's cover as Dad.
"He likes you," Allie said earnestly, and then added with a slow blossoming grin, "and so do I. Do you believe in magic, Mr Ghastly?"
Dad withdrew quietly from the conversation, stepping away to come to Barney's side. He laid a gentle hand on the back of the man's neck, standing close and in a fashion which welcomed comfort, if Barney wanted it. A hug, or just this, if it was all Barney could accept.
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The odd thing about that look was that there was less of a difference than one might have expected between it and God's cover as Dad.
"He likes you," Allie said earnestly, and then added with a slow blossoming grin, "and so do I. Do you believe in magic, Mr Ghastly?"
Dad withdrew quietly from the conversation, stepping away to come to Barney's side. He laid a gentle hand on the back of the man's neck, standing close and in a fashion which welcomed comfort, if Barney wanted it. A hug, or just this, if it was all Barney could accept.