And her fingers were crisp and papery. &amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; [laugh] &amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; Hey Max how does this story end? &amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;, Don't look at the poem, you have to make this up now. &amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; Going off of what Molly said? &amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; No. 