They are still in that closet.

She did not take them and she did not tell her sisters, and I asked her why not, later, and she said: “Because it’s yours to tell them, and I’ve stopped doing other people’s jobs.”

I have not told them.

Eighteen months, and I have told a therapist and I have told this account and I have not told my other five daughters, and I am aware that writing it down here is a way of arranging to have told them without having to sit in a room.

I know that.