“There is a widow’s walk on this
house…”  Ro stopped; she licked her
lips, wanting to say something.  “Just
follow me.”  Daisy chuckled, and Ro
shrugged, hiding the bottle with her shirt, thinking that she was going to
enjoy life from here on out.

~*~*~*~*~*

            Quin sat in the room that used to be
her brothers, staring out of the window with one arm propped over her
head.  She watched the dark sky and
wondered what Helena had been thinking all of these
years.  The room was utterly unchanged
from the way Hamilton had left it on the day he’d died. 

            The guitar in the corner, perfectly
tuned she was sure.  The posters of
various bands on the walls, and photographs he’d taken plastered much of
another wall.  The bed was made; the last
to lay a hand on it must have been Hamilton. 

            “She’s never came in here again you
know?”  Helena said softly from the door, looking over
Quin with a careful eye.  Her sister, the
child she’d watched from a far grow up, and how she didn’t know the woman that
stood before her.  All grown up, finding
herself.

            “I hadn’t either.”  Quin admitted, and Helena stepped into the room, she looked down
at the plush carpet.

            “He’d told you?  Couldn’t suffer alone, so he had to pull you
into his misery.  Is that why you ran
away?”  Helena asked and Quin sighed, not moving.

            “No. 
I wanted to live life.  Without
the hassle of being a Peabody. 
I… I didn’t want to be your shadow; you were the oldest, the one in
charge, and the smart one.  Ham was the talented one, and I was the baby that had to
be protected.  I found out by accident, I
found his pills.  I was 17, fresh out of
school ready for the world.”  Quin began,
filling in the blanks that no one knew about. 
“I couldn’t believe that he’d been so careless, but then I didn’t know Ham very well.” 
Quin sighed softly.

            “We never meant to make you feel
like an outsider…  You could almost be
my daughter you know….  If I were a few
years older”  Helena said and Quin grunted at the
thought.  “I’m sorry about everything
that’s happen, but it seems like everything has worked out for the best.  You’ve got a wonderful woman who seems to
adore you, and you are writing love songs….”  Helena began and Quin looked over her shoulder,
scoffing at Helena. 
Their relationship wasn’t THAT healed.