I stepped back from the glass.

Maeve had brought flowers without asking what I needed or whether I wanted them.

At dinner, she had looked at her chair cushions.

Now she wanted the appearance of concern admitted even while the person receiving it said no.

The flowers did not come to my room.

Clara later told me Maeve had been calling relatives: Aunt Helen, cousins in Toledo, neighbors on Cherry Lane.

According to Clara, the story was that I had experienced a nervous episode, run away, and needed finding.