She found herself at somewhat of a crossroads...

Like the famous poem...
The road was forked ...
Which way should she turn ?
Which direction would be the most advantageous ?
The most CORRECT, if you will...
A crossroads of EVERYTHING...
Conscience,,,
Love,,,
History,,,,
Ans so...
She painted...
Because, in the end of the day, that's what she KNEW....
She painted a delicate, redheaded girl...
sitting at a window...
Interestingly, """coincidentally""",(yeah, right!)
 the bay window was shaped like a DIVIDE...
creating, yet again, the immortal sense of a FORK in the road...