But she never did go to Law School like she intended. She didn’t get to see her brother graduate from Medical School or become a surgeon even though she always thought he would and she didn’t see Wednesday bank her college fund cheque or become the head of her own little Princess clique (a kinder one, she promised me, with a twinkle in her eyes). And worst of all, she didn’t see you grow up which is an unspeakable loss.
Six months after she died she came to me in a dream, her blonde hair making her seem more like an angel than ever before. In reality, she looked a lot like Wednesday looks now,
except her hair was poker straight and in all the commercials that Wednesday did, her hair was curly,
‘like a Princess,’
Wednesday noted.
‘Who said blondes aren’t smart?’ Mouche asked, which is why I’m giving this to you. Because the things that matter aren’t the items you can see or touch or buy but the true love and friendship enclosed herein.
Mouche would have wanted you to have them with more love than I can ever bestow, try as I might...
Your Godmother,
Phoebe Knightly.
THE END