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And now here she was Or rather, there she was Turner wasn't precisely sure which locational pronoun was round

Whichever He was only sorry that she would spend her eternity in his ground, resting aone by Her stone would bear his naaze upon the etchings in the granite and think she edy that she'd been taken so young

Turner looked up at the priest He was a youngish fello to the parish and by all accounts, still convinced that he could make the world a better place

"Ashes to ashes," the priest said, and he looked up at the man as ht acerbically, that would be me

"Dust to dust"

Behind him, soht with that appallingly -

"In the sure and certain hope of the Resurrection- "

Good God

"- to eternal life"

The priest looked at Turner and actually flinched Turner wondered what, exactly, he'd seen in his face Nothing good, that much was clear

There was a chorus of amens, and then the service was over Everyone looked at the priest, and then everyone looked at Turner, and then everyone looked at the priest clasping Turner's hands in his own as he said, "She will be missed"

"Not," Turner bit off, "by me"

I can't believe he said that

Miranda looked down at the words she'd just written She was currently on page forty-two of her thirteenth journal, but this was the first time- the first time since that fateful day nine years earlier- that she had not a clue what to write Even when her days were dull (and they frequently were), she ether an entry

In May of her fourteenth year-

Woke

Dressed

Ate breakfast: toast, eggs, bacon

Read

Sense and Sensibility, authored by unknown lady

Hid

Sense and Sensibility froated French verbs

Composed letter to Grand

Read more

Sense and Sensibility, author's identity still unknown

Retired

Slept

Dreamed of him

This was not to be confused with her entry of 12 Noves, toast, haedy To no avail

Spentout the

Ate lunch: fish, bread, peas

Conjugated Latin verbs

Composed letter to Grandedy to the table (book, not event)