“Selvaine, why haven’t you come to see me?” A person, no, a mermaid, calling out to my great-grandfather’s granddaughter who had resembled me. My ancestor, who had treasured the mermaid so, locked him in her lake. What would he have been thinking, waiting for someone who had been dead for over a hundred years. Enduring terrible agony, every day, day after day. Maybe, “I missed you.” … That’s clearly revenge.