The lights in the elevator were yellow. The lights in the hall had been white. The lights in my mother's room had been dim. Then she was gone.
The people riding the elevator down with me were talking and laughing. I wondered how in the world that any one could ever laugh when my mother had just died.
I turned my head to hide the tears I couldn't stop. Still the laughter continued on and on seemingly never ending.
I pulled the gun from my purse. It was so easy to stop the laughter then.
Now the light in the elevator was red.
I stumbled from the elevator into the night that was black.