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Janie sat back and surveyed her garden. Tucked into a corner of the roof, she had managed a tiny jungle.
She heard him coming, the uneven steps indicating his level of drink. Janie ducked her head before turning to look. The light from the dying sun framed him, huge and leprous with a dragging foot. Large, callused hands clutched his bottle and his ugly sneer increased as he viewed her colorful sanctuary.
He came around the lattice framing, the glare of the sun leaving him. Once more he was her father, a worn man dragged down by life and drink.