Funerary Rites 36: Stages of Grief

[aldersprig]

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“Will it help?”  That was sigh-worthy, so she did sigh.  “I don’t know, not about the long run,” Senga admitted.  “In the short run, what it’s done is, uh. You saw.”

“Mistress everything,” Chitter agreed. “He’s like — he’s like some sort of puppet or something.  Like he’s pulling his ow

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[clare_dragonfly]

This continues to be great.

[aldersprig]

Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying it :-D :-D

[sauergeek]

I'm glad somebody else noticed the lack of interrogation on the maids. I'm curious what got skipped over on the butler — I suspect a walk through his existing orders is going to be necessary.

The stories spinning out of either one of them reading too many mysteries has got to be ones to get out around a campfire with new friends. Chitter: "Here's why you don't let Senga read mysteries." Senga: "And right after that, why you don't let Chitter read mysteries either."

Memories of a place are hard. She's going to need processing, and with luck her crew, and Erramun, will be able to help. Meanwhile, I hope the smell of pizza isn't going to bring anything rushing back, so she can at least eat in peace without her olfactory system dredging around in the back of her head.