Chapter 44 Piece of trash

• The tragedy had occurred, exactly a week to Thanksgiving, eight years ago. Lyons could remember that day, as clear a ball of crystal. He could still remember how it was for him and his family. That morning, everyone was downstairs getting ready to have breakfast. Everyone except Peggy. Initially, no one thought much of it. Sometimes, she would ditch breakfast, mostly because she was at the studio, sketching one drawing or the other. But a couple of hours later and still no sign of her, everyone became concerned.
• And so, the servants were instructed to get her. They knocked all they could but she wouldn’t answer. Eventually, the door was broken down and lying face down on the floor just beside the bed was Peggy.
• Lyons could remember how different she looked. Scary, if he was being honest. Peggy's naturally cherry lips had darkened. It'd become the frightening shade of purple. Her strawberry blonde hair was stringy, and there at the corners of her lips was what appeared to be metallic froth. Silvery in appearance. Lyons could recall how her death had affected each and every member of the family. His mother wailed her eyes out. Cher stayed stayed in her room all day, consequently missing the big football match hosted by her school, which was what she lived for. On one occasion, she talked about quitting altogether.