By spring I see Doll less and less. Although she still sleeps in our dorm she has become old enough that she doesn't have to attend class with the other girls. She spends most of her time with Sister Agatha or in council with Father Urselle. I do not know what she does when she is away, and at night when she comes back exhausted, laying face down in her bed, I ask her, but she refuses to tell me.

"I wish I were dead, Fox," she says. I can taste her bitterness in the air all around her.

"Don't say that, Doll." I wish that Moppet was still here so that Doll could unravel her secrets into Moppets ear from behind her raised palm while they tell each other their secrets in the night.