She followed the agent through the doorway and a spasm of pain contorted her face.
The living room was dark and dusty with an air of neglect, filled with worn-out,
distressed, leather and wood furniture. Hanged on the wall above the clean chimney
was a picture of a little girl. She was posing for the photo in the middle of a garden
with a smile covering her face.
“We thought there are no heirs. That’s why the house was on the market.” The agent
A voice started ringing in her ear: “Call your mom. Call her Jane.”
“Just once” she replied biting her nails.
“Why? My dad is gone, and it’s her fault. If she could only pay attention to other
people’s feelings and pains, if only...”
“She is alone now” her husband had interrupted. “In the hospital. You can’t hold onto
this grudge. Just one visit. It’s good for you.”
The hospital was busy. The receptionist didn’t even bother to raise her head and
only mumbled “204” when Jane acquired about the room number.
Mother was alone in the room, staring at the TV with her fat body covering most of
the bed and her chubby fingers holding the remote. The image with which Jane was
She turned her head and frowned. “Now she shows up. Ha! Now that I am almost
dead. Do you want your inheritance? I gave it all to the city. That’s right! Don’t look at
me with your bugged-out eyes you leech; you killed your dad, you caused him and I
so much pain, I hope you die in pain.”
The room started turning around Jane’s head. Things stopped being real. She felt as
if she is in a movie. She was an actress in a scene. It was not her who put the pillow
on her mother’s face until she stopped breathing. It was the character she was
playing. She was innocent!
So, it was fine that she left the room with a smile on her face. And was here now, claiming her inheritance.