2:1:1Agatha's motherI've never been so happy.
2:2:1AgathaI'm glad mother.
2:2:2Agatha's motherWe fought for this so hard, you and me. We're together now. We'll always be.
2:3:1Agatha's motherAgatha, don't go! I need you to care of me!
2:4:1AgathaI hate you! I hate you! I wish you were dead already, you selfish bitch!
2:4:2AgathaMichael left because of you!
Panel 1. Agatha, a radiant thirty-something woman, sits comfortably in a three-seat iron chair. A white, slightly translucent skirt covers her legs up to her sandals. We see Agatha through the eyes of her mother, who sits in a simpler wooden chair. Her body is not revealed yet, just her aged extremities. Both women are in a peaceful front porch, surrounded by a garden blossoming towards a clear blue sky. This setting will be used again on page 18.
AGATHA’S MOTHER I’ve never been so happy.
Panel 2. Agatha lies over the iron chair, her back against the armrest, holding her shoeless feet with her hands. The day has become cloudy, and the garden has lost color, keeping just the green of the grass.
AGATHA I’m glad mother. We fought for this so hard, you and me. We’re together now. We’ll always be.
Panel 3. Agatha is entering the house, angrily, giving her back to her mother, and to the reader. The house and the surroundings are gloomy.
AGATHA’S MOTHER Agatha, please don’t go! I need you to take care of me!
Panel 4. It is now a dark, rainy day of autumn. The garden is mostly dead. The iron chair has rusted. Agatha stands soaked in the porch, yelling at her mother, which remains our point of view. There’s tiredness in her eyes.
AGATHA I hate you! I hate you! I wish you were dead already, you selfish bitch! Michael left because of you!