She had no idea what was going on and yelled, “What the Fuck? Who is she?”And reacting to Swetha, Priya said, “Seems like you have been enjoying...here” looking at Swetha in her babydoll dress.I was totally confused. I had never faced such a situation before and asked them to calm down and allow me to explain. Now both of them had the idea of what was happening. Swetha was angry but Priya on the other hand was laughing and hugging me.Looking at Swetha, she said, “Calm down, bitch. Weren’t you. The revelation of my papa being Pater, and my mater being mixed up with him, in an torrid affair made big headlines. Especially when the evidence of his transgressions, the icon of his indiscretions, hung on the wall of his private inner sanctum of secret sins. A personal memorabilia of the sordid liaison, painted by 'the stiff pontiff' as he was dubbed by the press. My mother's body for all to see.My mother's body hung for all to see in our living room. The original art, framed in the same. Had they lived, they would have actuallybeen Helen's great aunts. Julie, the youngest of the two sisters was born in1899 and Susan 1902. They were killed in 1911 when they were caughtunaware that the playhouse they'd made from an old blanket sitting on topof the new wooden side boards was actually for a new coal bin. Old Ben,the caretaker back then, found the girls after three days of franticsearching.Their mother, fraught with grief, found a medium, or rather a real mediumafter a five year. “Why didn’t he pull the branch out while I was out?”The voice attached to the gentle hand said, “I don’t know. Ask him.”“Yes, ask me,” the tanned man said.“Why did you let me wake up before you subjected me to such pain?”“If you were dead, I wasn’t going to bother,” he said.“Makes sense,” I said. “But if I was dead you’d have to take it out before you buried me.”“Buried?” he asked. “What is that?”So ... I explained.“A hole in the ground? and waste all the meat?” He questioned. “How barbaric.”“I.