hiippolyta:

friends don’t think about how Diana probably hired Etta as her secretary after the war, and how Etta probably worked alongside her at the Louvre for the rest of her life and how she took Etta everywhere she went from the sandy dunes of Egypt to the jungles of South America to the palaces of the Russian aristocracy and how Diana watched Etta age and grow weary even as she herself grew stronger and how Diana sat in the front row at Etta’s funeral and cried for the first time since Steve and how she buried her best friend of fifty years at the foot of a pure white marble headstone that read “Etta Candy, a true light in this world”.