“Daisy,” I said, almost begging. “Please. Please get up. People want to see you.” I sounded like a little idiot, but the truth was I was frightened. Daisy’s tears were like a deluge, flowing in sheets down her face, and I thought of the fact that if they were allowed to do so, those tears would drown exactly one person, and that was Daisy herself. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe if she breaks enough, something true will come out. The thought shocked me with its gibbous nature. I didn’t know how to deal with it, so I stuffed it in the same pocket as the pearls, and put it out of my mind.
