Polinel doubles up with a guffaw, waving the gun in the air as if it’s a flag.

Then she rises to her feet. “It’s funny, isn’t it, mother—that your favorite daughter is eager to see you dead?” She queries mockingly. “How very pitiful. Do you know I’ve always envied you, Mellow…?” Right, that’s a small and subtle step to knowing her weak point. “…Mother always saw you as the best of us both. She wanted you to take over the factory instead of me. I remember how desperate ...