No one has words to console you when your mother dies. Grief and the edges of pain and anger mesh into your very being. As Wilumina's mother is laid to rest, her husband encourages her to step outside. A walk would be a welcome relief from the well-wishers and busybodies offering her sympathy or worse... The walk behind the cemetery was like stepping back in time. Shadows of pain, a different pain, calling her back. An alleyway...