She knew it was wrong to come. To the funeral. Her funeral. Granny Relda's . Every month they would visit the Editor to see how she was doing. Still possessed, of course. It broke Sabrina's heart that she had let her go like that. What was I thinking? Sabrina thought nervously. When they had found out Granny had died, of old age probably, Daphne broke down, as did the rest of the family. Even Elvis howled pitifully. Sabrina was the only one who hadn't cried. She had wanted to, she wanted to let all the sadness out, but the tears never came. It was kept bottled up inside her.
Now here she was, standing in the back of the funeral home. They had retrieved her body from the story, Mirror's shadowy substance left to roam the book. All around her, everafters and humans alike were apologizing, giving their prayers. She was tired of talking to people. She wanted to lock herself in her room, like she had when she first found out. Puck had tried to comfort her, but she ended up with just a bigger hole in her heart.
As she sat down for the ceremony, her father held her close, telling her it would all be okay. It will most certainly not be okay she thought. As the music started playing, the monitor showed pictures of Granny Relda throughout her life. She smiled at the young girl in the brownish picture. When the music stopped, Uncle Jake stood up to talk about her. "My dear mother, Relda Grimm, was an amazing mother, wife, and friend. I admire her for her loyalty and kindness, always being helpful when she could. I remember when my brother was born. She said one thing to me, 'Look at that baby's bottom.' "The crowd laughed sorrowfully. As Uncle Jake talked more, his voice started cracking, and he was told to sit down.
When a song about heaven started playing, Sabrina just couldn't take it anymore. All the tears came flowing. She let it come, wanting it all out. Everyone was staring, but she didn't care. Her father held her even tighter. Soon, the ceremony was over, and the procession was a blur.
When they got home, Sabrina's face was still red and puffy with tears. As she entered her room, she threw her shawl on the ground across the room. She remembered how her mother had yelled at her for throwing he clothes on the ground, so she turned around to pick it up. When she did, she saw the shawl sitting in a black, gooey substance. Mirror had escaped.