The lights always stayed low, the way the young woman demanded.
She glared at her walnut end table, the one holding the stunning picture frame. A mixed bag with four pointed corners.
She owned this beautiful antique that was as valuable as it was breathtaking. But the other hand was more infuriating – the black and white photo inside had become impossible to remove.
Numerous attempts to extract the picture of her great-grandmother were made but always ended in failure. Inexplicable and exasperating.
And now when she scowls at the photo, all she can hear is a stubborn old lady laughing.
