Chapter 4: Quarrel
“The world is not fair, and often fools, cowards, and liars hide in high places” —Bryant H. McGill.
“ Excuse me? ” Mother snaps, nose inhaling and exhaling slowly in an inelegant fashion.
My mother is still beautiful, even after all these centuries. But leadership can wear out a person in the most unforgiving manner. I can tell through the many lines that have formed on her facial features over the last decade.
She has drowned her stress in blood — in large amount of it, to make it worse — thus bloating her up to this degree.
She always tells me that she used to be so thin and frail, and her portraits prove that. I can tell that she misses having her old looks, yet at the same time, she can ’ t stop stress-drinking.
“ Be still, us lambs waiting for slaughter, for I
