Chapter 25
Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid.
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
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William Shakespeare
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Earth - AD May, 2000
Chicago, Illinois
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"Let me take a picture, dear," Mrs. Schroeder said. "You two make such a beautiful couple."
Elisabeth posed, lackluster, in front of the mantle while Mrs. Schroeder adjusted the fancy corsage Tommy had brought like a broody hen picking over a nice, fat bug. She went through the motions for Mrs. Schroeder’s sake, but since Nancy’s death, she hadn’t felt happy about anything. Not even the fact Tommy Rodriguez followed her around like a love-sick puppy.
After six refusals, Tommy had circumvented her resistance to going to the senior prom by showing up at her new foster mother’s hous
