a murder of crows

R: No, Claire, you have to whisper.

C: Why?

R: Cian’s grandma is marrying her friend Asa Crow.

C: Why?

R: So they can be husband and wife. Like Daddy and me.

Sunshine, pink roses, beautiful bridesmaids, glowing bride. Someone, not me, dabs her eyes.

C: My husband will be like Cian.

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