Mo wasn't one to cry.
Everybody knew it, everybody thought of her like the strong, fists-first, rock-like woman.
It only took her a bouquet of calla lilies and a casket to crumble.

How ironic.

Jem always wanted to have a smile for everyone. She always cheered up others, or just offered comfort where needed.
She managed, she blinked her tears away till Mo broke. But if Mo broke, she just couldn't hold the pieces of both their hearts together.

Pointless of her to try.

And Sadie.... Sadie was the one at fault, really.
But who could blame the one in the casket?