Elizabeth looked at the back book, not pitchblack as her own, but close enough. It also sent a familiar feeling up her spine, only as she looked at it. Odessa has sitting looking over the book eating quietly by herself. 

Elizabeth NEEDED to know what the last pages looked like... Almost as if it was calling to her. She took a deep breath, and walked up to the table. "I... I am sorry for your loss. I know you liked Mr. Johnson. We... we all did."

Elizabeth did not feel sad, she was calm, but she felt as though she had faked it. She looked into Odessa's now tearing eyes.