I had painted us small but the resemblance was there I had even managed to dot my eyes with a sky blue color. The border of the painting had been done last night and was dry. Picking up a black sharpie I wrote in the corner; Demons of the past. Underneath with a flourish I signed De Costa. I jumped at a knock on the door. Mom poked her head in and told me that she and dad were running out for a couple of hours to go to a wake. It was Thursday so Mark was working the bar and wouldn't be home until one. When Mom left the...