"Hecate, I'm so sorry. I let you down."
"Ada, don't give up. I will find a way to get you out."
Neither woman could comfort the other as no sound penetrated the barrier: a perfectly crafted vengeance. Both trapped, separated, and aware but too caught up in the notion that the other was trapped to realize she wasn't the only one. Agatha couldn't be more pleased with herself. Now it was only a question of where she would display it.
It only seemed fitting to keep them in her office...in a neat frame on the desk where she could easily gloat over each day's new triumph to her ungrateful sister and the loyal lap dog she took for granted. There was something about her sister crumbled and broken that just warmed her heart. Finally, Agatha had ended up on top and Ada would know what it felt like to be overlooked and forgotten.
With a sweep of her arms the cluttered nick knacks, fabric, and bits of colored plastic that passed as decor disappeared. In their place were proper office furniture, the desk cleared of all but a leather desk pad, a cup of writing tools, and a metal desk lamp. She sighed happily at the change, so unlike her sister's office and their mother's before hers. Something altogether new and altogether Agatha's. She set the small framed painting down on the desk.
"Much better."