“Oh no, but it’s been so magical.” Chanel deadpans, following.
She does take her own half shot of Absolut, and catches up to Mary Grace to slide the remainder into her purse in the most bare show of public affection she’ll likely ever give. But recompense feels right. That was strange. The cicadas’ mourning isn’t sitting well with her. This loss is palpable. She draws on the resolve she’d felt only a few moments before, and steps onward. It’s time to end it.