Florence was not sorry she had set a bucket at the feet of a human being and told her she was born to serve.

She was sorry she had done it to a rich one.

And when I named that out loud and refused to pretend otherwise, the tears stopped as if a tap had been turned, and the real Florence came roaring back up through the performance, and she reached for her phone to broadcast her innocence to the world, and I understood that she would never, on the far side of all of this, learn the one thing it had all been trying to teach her.

Some people are only educated by consequences, never by understanding.