I wanted to talk to Ezra and send a note to Sam, but Alice intercepted me on the steps, insisting that I get ready for the funeral. I hadn’t really seen her outside my room before, and it shocked me.
She wasn’t ever in the kitchen, but I didn’t think about her other tasks outside of minding me before, but I should have.
“The funeral?” I asked Alice as she brushed my hair. Again.
She dropped my hair from her fist and met my eye.
I didn’t look away. Not now.
“Yes?” she asked. “What about it? Are you okay to go?” She eyed me as if the mention of d.eath might tear me at the seams.
“What do you know about it?” I asked. I couldn’t be caught blindsighted.
She looked over her shoulder as if anyone else could possibly be in the room. Well, Ezra could. That thought filled me with a jolt of jo
