Domicile, Prologue 2
A few days later, Ralph Balmont was standing in the living room of Balmont Estate, staring at a picture of Kathleen, his deceased sister. He could feel his mother's eyes upon him, and he shuddered in disgust. This was the last place he wanted to be, but having lost everything he could call his, he had very few options. The place felt strange without his brothers here, but it spared him a further degree of humiliation.
Ralph turned and found his mother caught up in some private fantasizing as she stared up at the painting. He felt slightly ill upon seeing this.
"Honestly, mother, Kathleen's been been dead for years... when will you let go of the past?"
"When I'm dead."
Ralph turned away and started to walk out of the room, but her quiet laugh gave him pause.
"You know, you never spoke with such conviction as a child..."
"No... but I cried a lot, didn't I? Those days are in my past, where they belong."
Ralph walked out, leaving her in silence.
Ralph turned and found his mother caught up in some private fantasizing as she stared up at the painting. He felt slightly ill upon seeing this.
"Honestly, mother, Kathleen's been been dead for years... when will you let go of the past?"
"When I'm dead."
Ralph turned away and started to walk out of the room, but her quiet laugh gave him pause.
"You know, you never spoke with such conviction as a child..."
"No... but I cried a lot, didn't I? Those days are in my past, where they belong."
Ralph walked out, leaving her in silence.