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Its Sue and Austins wedding day, so Em is lured back inside to help Sue.
Betty is assisting Sue in her efforts at baby-bump camouflage.
Em delivers Sue a poem in handwriting so small she needs a magnifying glass to read it.
She says she loved Ben almost as much as she loved Sue.
Am I alone in this observation here?
Sue tells Em shes pregnant.
So Em proposes they go outside so … wait, why do they do this?
This frolicking dirties the bottom of Sues dress for no discernable reason.
Em goes to her conservatory/prison to put together a bouquet for Sue, and who walks in but George.
George is leaving for California today to mine for gold!
There is room in his wagon for Em to join him.
Guess Ellen is out of the picture.
It is so sad how he doesnt know she is going to die right here in this house!
Em tells him she cant be his wife, and shes not alone because Sue will be her sister.
Asisteris good enough for you?
George asks in a very leading way.
Em insists it is.
Bye forever, George!
Inside, Sue reads Ems extremely tiny poem.
Do you understand how much money I paid for that?
Not a cool response.
Its fun to see how having even the slightest bit of wealth and power can sour ones personality overnight.
He shouts that HE is in charge of her now because Papa Dickinson is in D.C. basically forever.
He snarls that her poems are stupid and meaningless, that the only real poems are in books.
I wonder about this!
Her vision speedily deteriorates; her dress catches on fire.
Joseph is here to give her an apology locket, because Im ready tolock itdown.
Vinnie cant accept it.
Its not a good time for me to get into a relationship.
I need to focus on my cat.
Vinnie is the MVP of this series.
But its wedding time.
I appreciate a man who takes these sartorial matters so seriously.)
I love this sequence!
It is so weird and yet tonally just right.
Death, my favorite guest star, has returned to mourn the loss of some nobody, Emily Dickinson.
(I thought this would transition into the origin story of Im nobody, who are you?
but it turns out I was wrong.)
Even in her fantasy, nobody came to her funeral exceptthe opium bumblebee.
(I have my whole hive.)
Thoreau is also here because he accidentally set fire to his cabin lot of accidental fires going around today!
She calls herself the greatest American poet who ever lived.
But Death says she isnt yet.
She asks to be buried.
Nails, dirt, the whole shebang.
But then she wakes up to her own writing:I felt a funeral in my brain.
Em eventually gives up shouting to sew her poems into a book.
I remember making my own books with thread like this in elementary school!
Would that it were so easy to bail on bridesmaid duties.
Papa Dickinson comes to Ems door.
Hes not going to seek reelection; he should never have been gone so long, he says.
Im not sure how Em feels about that.
She takes this moment to tell him: Father, I am a poet.
I am a poet, and I am not going to die Im going to write.
Hundreds, thousands of poems, right here, in this room.
The greatest poems ever written, by Emily Dickinson.
And there is nothing it’s possible for you to do to stop me.
Yes Emily, he says, proud and heartbroken at the same time.
And then she shuts the door in his face.
Gently, but still.
Her prison is now her sanctuary.
Her dad will … deal with it?
Begrudgingly accept these new terms?
Something to look forward to should we get a second season.
