Ella took another pull from the end of her cancer stick, pulling smoke into her lungs. Allowing the intoxicating fog to roll around inside of her chest, she blew it back out with the other smoke lingering around her. Afterwards, she mashed the cigarette out inside of the ashtray, leaving a black smear behind. Next, she threw on her corduroy jacket with the wool around the collar and jotted down something on a slip of paper. She folded the paper up and stuck it inside of an envelope, licking it closed. Having signed her son’s name on the front of the envelope, she grabbed her duffle bags and headed for the living room. Coming across the portrait of herself and a younger Kreon, she stopped where she was and turned around. Dropping her duffle bags on the floor, she picked up the portrait and
