"Those wretched children have to live this scary life alone."
A woman with a large hat said to another one.
Elizabeth peeked at people then kept her eyes on the cold soil that was going to have their father's coffin. With these cold words now everything was getting grayer than before. The sky was veiled by a white cloud. The snow was revealing its arrival. Steam was clouding out of the mouths approving that guess.
To Luna, they were as if soulless beasts that loved to chew their nerves and they were feeling pity toward them and it was the most horrible thing ever.
"They are beautiful, the court will be glad to have them. They have a lucky ass."
Luna heard that from behind and clenched her fists. She hated that a man was saying such nonsense.
"Not till I am alive so be careful with your mouth, Mr. Reynolds."
Uncle Miguel replied. Luna felt warmth again, squeezing Barbara's hand. The Ethereal finished rehearsing the prayers.
