The sun was setting. She fell to the ground among her aubergines and her tomatoes. She could smell the freshly watered earth and feel the cool mud against her cheek. That's it, she thought. I always wanted to die like the "Godfather" and smiled to herself. Her blue eyes had long faded, yet the cheekiness never left from her penetrating stare. She had often been accused of being like ice by those who did not know her. Oh, I might as well shed my skin here she thought. The faces of her lovers paraded in front of her eyes. She had only cared for two. These two men, the aubergines, the colour purple, her panther necklace, Crete, her children and her art. Indulge me she said, my soul is ready...