At a crowded birthday reception, the lid of a large traveling trunk suddenly moved from inside.
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Chapter 14
The rabbit began falling apart.
One ear nearly detached.
Elias panicked.
I knew a tailor.
Celia knew better.
“Sybil sews.”
Of course.
The woman who opened the trunk repaired the rabbit.
Elias sat beside her watching every stitch.
She used green thread again.
“Wrong color,” he said.
“That’s how it came.”
He considered.
“Okay.”
The repaired rabbit looked almost identical.
Except stronger.
I hated the symbolism.
Sybil laughed when I said that.
“You people turn everything into family history.”
Fair.
May you like
To Elias, it was just Bunny.
Better.
