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Louis was such a good father, Claudia thought, studying him out the corner of her eye. Attentive, indulgent and patient, no daughter could wish for a more loving or dutiful parent.
Which was why she was unprepared for how much she came to miss Lestat. He was often rude, boisterous, and even cruel. He could be competitive, crass and petty. His gossiping often verged on the banal.
But when Louis gave her that patronising but devoted smile she couldn’t help but dwell on a truth which she could only now, in Lestat’s absence appreciate – Louis was the better father, but Lestat had been her only friend.