I have been the stairs of this house for many years even before the Mallards moved in. Being the stairs of the
house is very interesting because you can hear the things that people talk about when they think that no one is
around. I have heard many people in this family talk about each other with words that could really kill a person.
The one thing that I remember very clearly is the day that Mrs. Mallard was told the terrible news about her
husband. One thing that I knew about Mrs. Mallard's relationship was that the feelings that Mrs. Mallard were not
very strong. It's not like if she didn't love him because she did, but her feelings were never like they were
before.
I knew that Mrs. Mallard suffered from heart problems, but I never knew that things would go the way they went
that day. As Josephine her sister and Richards her husband's best friend were making their way up my path
that led them to the bedroom they quietly whispered to each other how she would take the news. Contemplating
the problem Josephine decided to tell her but yet told her in little hints so it would be easier for her. When Mrs.
Mallard was finally told the news I thought that because of the condition that she was in that she would just drop
dead, but she didn't. No one in the house heard her when she whispered "free" but I did. She felt relieved but
yet pitiful when she thought about Mr. Mallard's passing. She knew that she was free of him but deep inside in
her heart she knew that it would cause her great pain to see him lying there dead without making any
movements.
Meanwhile in the hall her sister Josephine was begging her to open the door to let her check on her
condition. But on the other side of the door was Mrs. Mallard enjoying the news of her husbands death. When
she finally decided to open the door, she showed her emotions by making herself look as if she never had
anything wrong with her, and her eyes told the many stories of her happiness. While making their way down the
path in which I lead them, Mr. Mallards friend Richards was at the bottom of my path waiting for them. We heard
the sound of a key trying to open the door and when it was finally opened we saw standing there Mr. Mallard as
alive as he could be explaining that he had not even known that there was any accident to begin with. Richards
abruptly tried to hide Mr. Mallard from being seen by Mrs. Mallard but it was too late, Mrs. Mallard had already
seen him and died instantly on my path. Many family members have received opinions from the doctors about
Mrs. Mallards death which was heart disease the joy that kills and I agree.