Sarah looked in horrid fascination at her father's tie. She knew on some level that Mr. S was giving her something that held extraordinary meaning but she wasn't sure what. What she was sure of was that Mr. S had never harmed her or ever let her down. When no one else gave two shits about her, he was there.<br/><br/>She took the tie with shaking hands. turning it over and over. "Why is this a good gift?" she asked simply, with no rejection in her voice or her body language. "Help me understand. I have been grateful to you for keeping me safe from him, but.. he was my father."<br/><br/>Tying the tie around her slender waist, she looked at the blank face expectantly. "You are my friend. I trust you, but why is this a good gift?"