Adelaide
I still could not bring myself to understand why Mother acted that way. I could not understand why she was so upset. I tried to have conversations with her but she only replied with mono syllables. Then I remembered immediately. The woman... The strange woman I had seen in my dream, I wanted to know who she was and what her business was with us.
“Mother, can I ask you a question?” I questioned as she wiped her hands with an handkerchief as though her life depended on it.
“Ask me” She answered almost immediately, not sparing me a glance. I shrugged as I decided to carry on.
“The portrait in your room… who is the woman in the portrait in your room?” I questioned, looking at her.
“What woman?” She questioned again as she looked at me, finally sparing me a glance after I had t
