This is from my reworking of the Alas Poor Yorick speech–still a rough form. Sophia was Hamish’s nanny:
“Poor Sophia; you didn’t know her, Gardenia, but I did,” Hamish murmured as he turned the skull over in his hands, staring into the empty eye sockets. “She was the only woman I ever had a crush on, I suppose; I followed her around all day when I didn’t have tutoring.” He chuckled. “She always made me laugh by imitating my dad and Claude when they weren’t looking, and—and she’d sneak me cookies.”
“What did Trudy think of her?” Horsinia asked, and Hamish shook his head.
“She was jealous of her, I could tell that even then,” he whispered. “She mentioned once that she envied Sophie’s perfect bone structure.”
Doctor Graves let out a soft snort.
“Well, no one can dispute that now, can they?”
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