Status Updates From Night Rounds

I thought I basically understood what was going on and then my classmate raised her hand and said “I think Coco Lacour and Esmeralda are figments of the narrator’s imagination” and I realized I was LOST lost

“The doctor used to tell me that when he is about to die, a man becomes a music box playing the melody that best describes his life, his character, his aspirations. For some it’s a popular waltz; for others, a military march. Still another mews a gypsy air that trails off in a sob or a cry of panic.”