Sevi made a book from pages I stapled together for St. Patty's day. On the first page she drew a leprechaun type figure with big feet next to a scribble of gold, his pot. Then she drew the figure horizontal on the next page, next to the scribble.
Reading the story, she said "He died." How did he die, I said. "Somebody killed him."
"Oh that's awful, why would anyone harm such a nice person."
"I know, she said, it's very sad." (though clearly she played it up for drama, not really affected too much herself.
"But that's why they have the celebration," she said, "because he died."
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