Again, Marianne finds herself at the old cemetery. She can’t explain why. Other than she has to find something. It’s a crazy thought, she doesn’t like it. But since she’s come, she might as well look. She walks farther than before, to where the overgrown graves are.
A ray of sunshine breaks through the clouds. It lights up a headstone. She reads the inscription. She stumbles backwards, sits down by the fountain.
Her name on the headstone. Her date of birth two centuries earlier. 1790-born Marianne died on 26 March 1815.
What if 1990-born Marianne has only a week left?