I am sorry I embarrassed you in front of your friends. I only wanted to talk to you.
The waiter agreed to bring this card with your drink. If you don’t want to meet me, rip it in half when you are done with your root beer float, and I will leave and never try to contact you again.
But if you want to meet me, I’m the ten-year-old girl at the corner table.
“I’m not a baby,” Sunny said, and hugged her. It was the longest sentence the youngest Baudelaire had ever said, and as Violet looked down at her sister, she saw how true it was. Sunny was not really a baby, not anymore.
“Of course I’m trying to trick you! That’s the way of the world, Baudelaires. Everybody runs around with their secrets and their schemes, trying to outwit everyone else.”
“The night has a thousand eyes. And the day but one; yet the light of the bright world dies with the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, and the heart but one: yet the light of a whole life dies when love is done.”
Lemony Snicket has been chronicling the lives of the Baudelaire children with only occasional breaks for food, rest, and court-appointed swordfights. His hobbies include nervous apprehension, increasing dread, and wondering if his enemies were right after all.
