Little fight was given for Selah, as the preteen had predicted. Selah's Uncle Rick rented a U-Haul, and dropped off her stuff. He left without as much as a backwards glance. Roger and Selah spent a good part of the day getting Selah settled.

When they were done, the rocker turned to his daughter, and said, "So, what do you want to do now?"
"Mark said that you have some tapes of my Mother. Could we watch some of them?" Roger sighed and closed his eyes. He had never watched those tapes, but he knew that Selah wanted to watch them.

"Sure, let's go."

Roger set up the projector and screen, and settled on the floor against the couch next to Selah. The screen flickered black before the film jumped to life.

"June 18, 1987, April's birthday," Mark's voice narrated. The camera panned across the loft. It looked exactly the same. Roger stood behind April with his arms around her waist, and his lips on her neck. His hair was bleached bright blonde and was much shorter, and he had several earrings in his one ear.

Selah and Roger watched the home movie in silence. At one point, she rested her head on his shoulder.

When the movie was done, Selah said quietly, "Wow, I really do look like my Mom." Roger squeezed her shoulder softly.

"You do, but not your attitude. You act exactly like me." Selah smiled before yawning loudly. "You better not be tired, we're all going to the Life tonight."

"I'm not tired," Selah insisted with another yawn. Roger chuckled.

"Face it, all those late nights have finally caught up with you. Why don't you go lie down for a little while?" Selah shook her head.

"I'm fine."

"You won't be when we're at the Life, and you're begging to come home so you can sleep." Groaning, Selah got up off the floor.

"Fine, wake me up before we leave." Roger watched Selah retreat to her room. She even walked like April.

The Bohemians decided against going to the Life, because Maureen wasn't feeling well. This allowed Roger to let Selah sleep all night. All those long nights had finally caught up with her. Plus, Roger wanted to take her somewhere special in the morning. The rocker sat in the middle of his bed scribbling away in his own precious notebook when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him from behind. Mimi buried her face in Roger's hair, and inhaled the wonderful scent that was her Roger.

"Whatcha writin'?" she asked. Roger put his pen and notebook aside.

"A song for Selah," he replied. "But I think that I'm going to turn in for the night." Mimi began to pout.

"Aww…I had something else in mind." The dancer left a trail of kisses down Roger's jaw. She straddled his lap, and pressed their lips together. Mimi ripped Roger's shirt over his head, and pushed him back on the bed. A groan escaped Roger's lips as Mimi continued to kiss him passionately.

Around nine o'clock the following morning, Roger gently shook Selah awake. The preteen groaned, and pulled her blanket over her head.

"Come on Selah, it's time to get up. We're going out," Roger said. Slowly, Selah opened her eyes.

"Where are we going?" she mumbled as she sat up. Roger was sitting on the edge of her bed by her legs.

"Out, now come on, get up." Selah stretched her arms over her head.

What time is it?"

"Nine fifteen, you've been out all night, now get up." Roger patted Selah's leg, and stood up. "Oh, and dress warm; it's pretty chilly out." The rocker left his daughter to get dressed on her own.

Selah finally stumbled out of her room, fully dressed, twenty minutes later. Both Roger and Mark were watching the news.

"Ready?" Roger asked as he stood up.

"Let me eat first!" snapped Selah.

"We're out of food. We'll get some breakfast on our way." Selah's face lit up.

"Can we get doughnuts!?"

"We'll see." Roger turned to Mark and asked, "Can you tell Mimi that we'll be back later when she finally gets up?"

"Yeah man. Hey, you better bring back some doughnuts or else Mimi'll have your ass!" Grunting, Roger led Selah out of the loft.

Roger and Selah walked down the grassy slope of the cemetery. The cold wind whipped around the two as they walked.

"Where are we going?" asked Selah. Roger stopped walking.

"Right here," he replied. Selah looked at the tombstone; April Erikson. Selah bit her bottom lip as tears pooled in her blue green eyes. She rubbed her arms to fight off the cold. Roger pulled off his jacket, and wrapped it around Selah's shoulders. "I told you to dress warm."

"I didn't realize that it was this cold." Selah's attention turned back to the tombstone. "She was only twenty-one," she said quietly. Roger wrapped his arms around her. "Why didn't she want me?"
"Oh honey, it's not that she didn't want you, but April gave up on life. She couldn't imagine a life with AIDS, so she chose no life at all. You two would have gotten along really well." Selah smiled. She and Roger stood there by April's grave; like a deformed family.

Finally, Selah said, "I love you, Dad." Now, it was Roger's turn to smile.

"I love you too, Selah."

The End!