In the spring Miriam died from an evil liver and her family attended the funeral.
Miriam lay in state in the viewing room, her face painted to hide her fragile skin, her hair coiled around her head in silver braids. She wore black, as befitted a dead person. Her eyes were closed. Around her neck lay a great gold locket shaped like a heart. Lucy (Miriam’s longtime friend, companion and roommate) had placed it there.