Her ponytail wraps around her neck, hiding her collar bone, keeping her dignified as she floats around her mother's bedroom, watching her die of fatigue and resentment towards her brother, a miner, who at one time discovered the only diamond in Iowa. He had promised her half - for a home - for a kitchen without memory stains - stains belonging to him and his brutal nature. But the hand of a woman he called "buttercup" took her half and despair settled in like an unwanted stranger.