- Vol. 03
- Chapter 04
Face looking this way face looking that, who's hiding behind the curtain?
Solemnity sets in and hangs for as long as the portrait will last, is she looking at the pitchfork, trepidation, or down the road at some returning prodigal, afraid of what he might do?
The cameo on her neck adorns her, but he is plain and grave, a farm where crops grow with little sympathy.