Mystical animals stuck out their wooden tongues as they crawled up the staircase and onto the first floor landing where family portraits stared with indifference as their progeny marched past. Down a corridor and up a short flight of stairs she rudely opened her mother’s chamber door without knocking and slammed it behind her with a ferocious scream. Her eyes slowly focused on the serene woman lying on a Recamier daybed staring at the ceiling with a soft unnatural smile, “You’re back.” “I want to die!” “Your cousin would inherit.” “I don’t care...” Juliana threw her reticule on the floor, “...I want to die.” Running across the room she dropped to her knees beside the smiling woman and sobbed against her mother’s unresponsive arm. “Why?” “Life is hateful.” The angry words were heavy with exasperation. “I wouldn’t want to die if I was happy would I?” “I don’t know. Would you?” “Of course I wouldn’t, I’d have something to live for wouldn’t I?”