dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe quietly worked her fingers back around his head, over his ears, and down to the base of his skull where it met his neck. Using the weight of his head to apply the pressure, she pressed her thumbs against pressure points there to help relieve some of the pain and stress from his hangover. ”A memorial, an inn, and a tavern…what an interesting business you’ve got planned.” she said with a soft smile. ”Are you going to name it the Everything But the Kitchen Sink Saloon?” she added with a light laugh. At the thought of putting up something for Emmett though, she nodded a little. ”And my babies.” she added quietly, hardly more than a whisper. She didn’t talk about the grief she still felt over those losses, opting instead to keep her mourning to herself usually. That he was staying somewhere a few doors down was enough for her, and she felt some relief that he wasn’t sleeping out in the bushes somewhere. ”Did you inherit all of Lucas’s things when he died?” she asked curiously.