He takes the book back and holds it in his lap. “He was my brother. Our brother,” he corrects himself. “We’re triplets, you see. Morose and I. Mel always sort of kept the peace between us. He kept us from arguing most of the time.” Merry smiles sadly as he thinks back. “He’d sit and listen to me ramble. He was about the only one who could make Morose laugh. He was the best of us, but . . .” He stops, and Evette hovers onto his knee. “I’m alright,” he says to her.
Why am i teary eyed
