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Was it foolish to be jealous of a fictional character, Daisuke wondered late at night. Did it make a difference if the character was based on you? It was no secret that Monty wrote his books based on their adventures. And at first it had been fun, to see their trips rewritten in this way. He could relive the memories of the Zephyr days.
Now he wished it wasn’t so painfully clear in text that it hadn’t been like this at all. Early on, maybe Comfrey had loved him like Monty depicted. She did turn from treasure to save him when his gun backfired magnificently or someone caught him unawares even though he had been standing far back.
But it hadn’t been like that in a long time. He still loved her, but she loved danger more. He loved her so he let her leave. He couldn’t be an anchor for the woman who first took to the air. He couldn’t be the Pappy in Monty’s books that flew higher with her every time she asked.
And now, sitting alone in Pilsby, he wasn’t even a Daisuke who knew where she was. He was jealous of a fictional man’s wife because his own was lost to him and the whole world. And all he had to cling to was a promise to watch over her granddaughter.