Usually, when June came, I felt strange and sad. I knew I had become a siren in June. I took my last trip in June. I lost my family in June. After Marilyn left, I knew the month didn’t matter so much, still I looked to June as a time of change, a way to mark the passing years. It was a month to remind myself of why I had agreed to this life in the first place. A time to think of the things I wanted. Now I only wanted one thing, and I was going to get him.I had to do a lot of work to lead up to it. I had to play a part. I had resented all those years I had to act normal, but they made my time of preparation so much easier. I smiled for my sisters. I did what I was told. When it was hard, I thought of what these actions were buying me. I had the structure of it drawn out in my head. I waited for an opportunity. All it would take was for Miaka or Elizabeth to get bored with Paris. Boredom came mid-June.I told them I had an idea. I wanted to spend my money since I couldn’t save it for the future.
