She continued, “Eyes almost black, you have to get back before you steal my soul. Eyes so red, just like the dead, you came from black and can’t go back. Eyes so purple.” She stopped and looked down. “Nothing rhymes with purple and you really have no place. Nothing can explain your face.”

I bit my lip hard, I felt her pain. I wanted to reach out and do something to comfort her but any gestures were lost to me.

“It is all real isn’t it? And I’m purple and there is no place for me, I am a mistake just like Granny says,” she said, looking me hard in the eyes. I didn’t know who this Granny was, but I instantly loathed her.

I shook my head. “You’re wrong. The Violets are incredibly gift...

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