I was killed by my husband, says the Indian woman. Not by his hands but by the curse that he was born to. I loved him, and he loved me, and he did his best to keep me when I fell ill.
The teller warned him when he was young, saying death walked with him, every day. And it did, all around him, and so at last it came to me. That was the shape of his lifetime. Nobody ever knew why. It happens.
Molly Garrett died because of the tumor in her brain. That was what the doctor told her mother and father, when he told them she wasn't in her body any more, and they cried and cried and said to let the body die. They had to tell everyone, then, and it was hard for them. They were very nice when they told Tandar and Joshua, and hugged them and cried and all their parents were there and they were sorry but the boys just looked at each other. It was all very hard to get used to.