So the caterers went home.

The housekeeper went home.

And my mother arranged it so that when it happened, there would be no one there who was not either a victim or a murderer.

I have had a great deal of time, since, to understand how a person is made unable to see a thing that is happening directly in front of her, and it is not stupidity, though it can look like stupidity from the outside.

It is love, turned into a blindfold.