"One scoop chocolate, one scoop..." the girl giggled as she plopped the ice cream into the bowl. "Two scoops chocolate, two scoops." Again, she filled the bowl. She grabbed the bowl and her spoon and weaved drunkenly toward the couch, flopping down on it with sigh. Grabbing the clicker, she turned on her movie - Breakfast at Tiffany's - and began to dive into the dessert.

"What's wrong babygirl?" Clara looked up to see her Dad walk into the room. She continued eating, ignoring him as he sat down beside her. "Come on, you can tell your old man."

"Nope," the girl shook her head rapidly, and instantly regretted it as the room spun. "Ooooow!"

"Drunk huh?" Her father said disapprovingly. "Clara, what the hell?"

"Fuck off," Clara mumbled. "Your dead, Daddy. Go 'way...want ice cream and movie."

"I'm not dead so long as you remember me," the man said mildly. "And it's not nice to swear at your Father."

"Don't want to remember you right now," she said, her lower lip trembling. "Don't want to 'member nothing right now, Daddy. Go 'way." She looked ahead at the screen, pointedly, and the ghost slowly started to fade.

"Love you, Clara Bear." The man's voice whispered as he disappeared.

"Love you too, Daddy." The girl sighed, tears falling down her cheeks.