More mourning, another funeral pyre, this one tiny and pathetic. Winnifreth was not in attendance at my insistence, despite Mahalia's attempt to convince her mother otherwise, some kind of closure nonsense I knew had more to do with amusing the evil woman than helping Winnie.

Anyone could tell just from speaking to the poor girl her mind shattered completely with the loss of Lavender. Ernest's death began the decline and her baby daughter's death finished the job. I started ...