I wish you were there, author of my predicament. Then you might have understood.

Fuchsia Pukash was not beloved among the humans of the neighborhood, and they were right to dislike her.

Unlike most mothers, I gave birth to my daughter Setsuko not once, but twice.

The third time Paul died was in the middle of Maggie’s school musical

Brave and smart and idiotic and trusting and head-of-fluff girls die. All the time. In horrible ways. The world is cruel.

“Every time, it’s the same. A man hands me a golden scarab.”