The funeral is a quiet one, despite the number of mourners present. There are no sobs or flailing handkerchiefs. There is a smattering of color amongst the sea of traditional black. Even the light rain cannot push it down into the realms of despair. It rests instead in a space of thoughtful melancholy.
Erin MorgensternโNothing's impossible,โ Poppet responds. She smiles at him and jumps, her red hair trailing out behind her as she falls.
Erin MorgensternI do not see as well without her. I do not hear as well without her. I do not feel as well without her. I would be better off without a hand or a leg than without my sister.
Erin MorgensternEverything I have done, every change I have made to that circus, every impossible feat and astounding sight, I have done for her.
Erin Morgenstern