death-of-a-sibling

At morn we buried Melanippus; as the sun set the maiden Basilo died by her own hand, as she could not endure to lay her brother on the pyre and live; and the house beheld a two-fold woe, and all Cyrene bowed her head, to see the home of happy children made desolate.

Mandy, I hardly think this was appropriate, not after_ you know_ after the funeral we haven__ had the money for any of your weird little games and I was hoping you__ be more mature now that Jud__ gone,_ her father had disappointedly added. __ow much__ that cake cost you?___t__ paid for,_ Mandy had argued, but her voice had sounded tiny in the harbour wind. __ used the cash from my summer job at Frenchy__ last year and I_ it was my birthday, dad!___ou can__ even be normal about this one thing, can you?_ her father had complained.Mandy hadn__ cried, she__ only stared back knowingly, her voice shaky. __I__ normal.