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Dark Companion
by Marta Acosta
Mary Violet said, "My grandparents let my mother drive when she was fourteen. She was an excellent driver and hardly ever got in accidents. She did run over a possum once and we can make her cry about it if we pour her a second tipple of Dubonnet and ask her about its darling furry paws and adorable whiskered snout.""You don't," Constance said."We absolutely do! My father is the worst. He always talks about the heartbroken possum husband searching for his dead possum wife. Sometimes I recite my poem, 'Requiem for a Marsupial.'"Mary Violet switched off the music, and then threw out her arms as far as she could in the confines of the car. "Oh, once you gamboled happily in a wood Living, loving, gathering food…"Constance said, "Food doesn't rhyme with wood," but were all laughing, and Mary Violet continued: "You cross the road exploring afar, When you are crushed by a speeding car! Alas, poor possum, you draw a last breath, A Birch Grove girl has crushed you to death!"
