Mama says don't touch.

What do you need to bring back the hungry dead?
The fairies whispers were loud, loud, loud.
What do you need to bring back anyone?
What could mend a broken heart?
Undo betrayal?
Strip clean the bright pretty illusions of repentance?
Light was always easier to see in darkness.
Black on black the threads were, but that didn't stop her.
The ashes begged to be a fire again and she would make it happen.

She had the bits of dark, for his black eyes.
She had the ashes of a child's dream, to call apon the past.
She had a heart that didn't know when to stop.
She needed bone, and blood, and breath.
She needed a ghost.

Drusilla hid the book and the black together, very carefully, under the sculpture of the Angel. It reminded her of Daddy and heaven. It was somewhere she had told Eli to leave be. A place, he knew she hid things. So it wouldn't be long before he found it.