And so, a chapel filled with a million spoke meaningless gibberish when we attempted to mourn and speak our greatest grief at losing our gift, our Mus.... It seems ironic to me that the one moment when all wanted to cherish and remember the cause of letters loved, and stories told, when it was absolutely obligatory to paint our grief in the words she gave us, those words ran dry. I wept. No, I keened because the words I needed were gone. When I needed them the most, the fled and I babbled. "Uh, with Cassidy."Mom sat up straighter and leaned over the backrest of the couch. "Oh, just the two of you?" she asked with just a hint of suspicion in her voice."Yeah," I frowned in confusion. Why was my mom suddenly taking such an interest? And while I wasn't one to ever let my parents know what my friends were doing in their personal lives, I felt like I needed to defuse her. "Uh, Cassidy wanted to talk to me about this new boy she's been seeing and I was telling her a bit about Dawn.". I'll be whatever you want! That was amazing, and like I said, I'll do anything for you. If you need help with anyone else, I'll do whatever it takes to assist you," she replied, clearly ready and willing to start this crazy new journey."We're going to have a fun senior year," I quipped."So you already have some other pets?" she asked."Are you curious who they are?" I asked, joining her on my bed."Of course," she smiled, turning on her side to look at me."You know two of my three," I revealed,. Sit," Phaedra said. Mama sat too and whispered to her daughter. In response, Phedra raised her eyebrows and lifted her chin. She turned to Cressida."Mama wants to tell you that the boy is no good for you." Then she added, "but I tell her it's none of her business."Mama leaned over and covered Cressida's hand with her own, her other hand she placed on her own heart and Cressida immediately burst into tears.At that moment there was a sound like gunfire which echoed down the brick canyon of the.