"If she was so loyal and powerful, why did she go and get herself killed in a car crash in Arizona of all places? Why wasn't she here with you... and me and...." She was on the verge of tears again, angry this time. Lorna's head lifted and she looked off toward the bedroom, pouting and dropping her hands to hang the picture near her thighs. "Do you think she loved me? Was she the kind of person who loved others? Do you think I was a burden? They... they couldn't find any other posessions of hers but this picture. I used to be in it. I was still a baby. But it's been torn up a bit over the years..."