The entire Fanny’s gathered at the dining when I peeped out through the window. All the while I had been in my chamber, wailing silently as I beheld the large frame picture of Brian. Upon gazing on that picture I began to relive moments with him; his shrill shouting; his unrest and constant violence on the his life and those around; his countless escape to the street; and finally the striking moment he stood at the summit of a mountain, stared down from it and about to fall over.

I shook my head, “Why kidney failure now. How did it happen?” I queried within myself and returned my gaze on...