“It can’t be done.”
Asta looked at the pile of books, then at the broken lightbulb spread across the table. She looked back at the books, and then, finally, she looked at her cousin. “It has to be done, Maeve.”
“You know what the Humpty Dumpty rhyme really means.”
“I know.” Asta bit her lip. “Once something is done, it is done. Once someone is cursed, he is cursed. Once a vow is vowed, it is set in stone.”
“And yet I need to break the vow, un-curse the curse. I need to put Humpty Dumpty back together again.”
“And what makes you think you can succeed where all the king’s horses and all his men could not?”
Asta lifted her chin. “Because I am the Aunt.”
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