Having made my peace, I wiped off what few sniffles I had on my nose before calling out to my two companions. If they ever noticed just how much of a wreck than usual I looked like at the moment, they didn't comment about it beyond their eyes widening a bit. I was grateful, perhaps, that they stuck around long enough for me to do my thing with my parents. I probably looked like shvt while doing so, but I could finally focus enough that I got my thinking face back.
Which meant that it was time to think about who the fvck had the time, knowledge, and resources to erect this ornate a gravestone in the first place. Mother was still the prime suspect, but the chances of it not being her was still a thing.
Anna eyed the gravestone as she asked, "So, any idea on who did this?"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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