A/N: Because there are NO fics about Mrs. T.

Sixty-two years. Sixty-two years of living with this nuisance that she'd fallen in love with, and now he's gone. The funeral is in two days' time, and she's still getting over the shock of his sudden death. What did she do to deserve this, huh?

She wouldn't let her students see her crying. She's too strong for that. Her niece is the only one who knows, at least at work. She wouldn't want anyone else to know. They'd find out eventually. When she went back to work, she'd be glad for the distraction from it, even if she would break down as soon as she got back to the apartment.

She was glad that she was strong, because a Thistletwat never gives up. Especially not Lividia.