My father's bedroom, which is now my grandmother's bedroom, was filled with women. Women from my past, women I didn't know, and everyone partying and laughing and bouncing and talking loudly. I noticed photographs on the walls and when I looked at them closely, I saw candid shots of me and people I know: Mindy, her son, Stephen. I was shocked and gleeful. Once or twice a photography turned into a short film: while I was looking at it, it suddenly began moving and a little scene played out. All the photos were black and white.
Later, I saw my grandmother lying on the sofa in her sitting room, and I noticed a black and yellow striped spider crawling on the floor then up the sofa. It would crawl onto her if I didn't say anything...and I didn't say anything.
