-And then she touched off the mixture with a match. The flame was almost pure yellow, a sodium flame, and it made her look like a corpse to me, made me look like a corpse to her. "There" she said "that's what we'll look like when we're dead."
This queer demonstration not only scared me; it scared her, too. My mother scared herself with her own queerness, and from that moment on I ceased to be her companion. From that moment on she hardly spoke to me - cut me dead, I'm sure, out of fear of doing or saying something even crazier.
Kurt Vonnegut , Jr.
1st sketch for Mother Night