Silverbull's Epilogue

It was Lydia's birthday, a beautiful Saturday evening, and the entire pack had gathered to attend her annual bash. Derek had even, after consulting with Deaton, given his betas each a small amount of wolfsbane extract to put in their drinks.

As a part of my nighttime ritual, I always read at least one book before going to bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Scout plodding through the hallway.

“That's alright, Mr. McClure. I'm just going to fix some flapjacks and sausage this morning. I was able to get some maple syrup while I was in town the other day; it will be a real treat for Henry and the children; you and me too,” she added, almost as an afterthought. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with

“What would you like to have for breakfast, master” politely, he asked holding back the empty porcelain plate from the table.

The most pressing issue involving communication, gender, and culture would be acceptance. Individuals need to take into consideration that even though they want many aspects to remain the same, things are bound to change.

Silver is an apocalyptic style book. At first one kid in the beginning is bit by a silver beetle, he then gets a fever and gets sent to the nurse's office. The kid slowly becomes more ill and then turns into a rabid monster. The kid is sort of like a zombie but not, he’s more advanced in thinking and is ten times stronger. The kid attacks the nurse and everyone in the office turning them within minutes. Paul, one of the new kid’s and one of the main characters sees this happen but barely escapes. The infection soon spreads throughout the school and most of the survivors end up barricading themselves in the science building.

"Why are you bothering me? Can you not see that I'm quite busy? What is it?" L placed the spoon that he was using to eat his ice cream on the table.

“So, what is it?” The soft spoken male murmured as he sat down across from the other as Ohta sat between them. The air seemed to grow thicker with anticipation as dull black eyes stared into vibrant green, trying to reap out the information they desired to obtain. Taking one of the sweets, Shimura bit into it, savoring the fluffy vanilla taste of the soufflé.

“Nonsense,” says he, piling bits of various dishes onto a platter for me. “Nonsense. A quick plate will be just fine, don’t you worry. Here, eat.” Shoving a plate of what now look to be unseasoned, undercooked meats and wilting vegetables under my nose, the host smiles warmly.

However, being the busy-body that I am, I began to make breakfast myself. Although I could not cook just like my grandmother, I could make my famous scrambled eggs every morning. I would never forget to go out in her garden and pick some chives — that was my secret ingredient. Soon, on any given day, I would be standing over the stove attempting to make an exact replica of my grandmother’s popular meals. Although it would taste good, it was not her cooking. At that point she might step it to add her own secret ingredients and the dish would be perfect. I loved cooking over her house; her refrigerator always had a variety of different ingredients. I always felt like the possibilities were endless. Regardless of how great my food was, she loved it anyway. She encouraged me to explore and said that I could do whatever I set my mind to. No matter what we did, it seemed as if we couldn't go

Overall, the Epilogue of the play reintroduces central ideas and symbols of the entire work such as the importance of theory in regard to change and progression, interconnectedness, and angels. Specifically, the idea of the importance of theory in regard to change and progression can be seen during the conversation about the Russians between Hannah, Louis, and Belize. Earlier on, it was argued that change should not take place without a plan, and that making progress without a theory could have disastrous consequences. However, in the epilogue, it is now argued that, while you need a theory for change, you can’t halt progress just because you lack a plan. This can be seen by Hannah’s statement, “You can’t wait for a theory, but you have to have a theory” (Kushner 278), showing that reasons are needed for change, but change shouldn’t be stopped because those reasons aren’t clear yet.

“Young Lucile,” Horus called, evenly down to the little girl wrapped around his arm. “What kind of ice cream should be served at the sleepover?”

“Oh,” the girl shrugged, “That sounds delectably good. I got the same boring old spaghetti. Actually, the spaghetti is not really spaghetti. She also adds some more special sauces. So, do you want to switch lunches?”

“Nah man you best ask one of your people, I don't know what you eat!” As mark flew off, Drag continued on his curvy path until he bumped into another bug.

“I’ll settle for some of your famous croissants.” He said not taking his eyes off me. I handed him the croissants wordlessly and he tossed a gold coin to me. “I’m afraid I don’t know your name?”