My Cousin's inscrutable expression is etched upon my memory like something out of M.C. Escher. It was threatening snow; she ran across the parking lot of the school residence with the teeth of an interminable winter grimacing beneath leaden February skies. Perhaps it was a touch of cabin fever, or something more severe which had taken possession of her addled mind. Was it envy or a sneering ecstatic dose of mockery that she radiated as she stood in the frozen waste of that godforsaken place. . .