In January, watching Lorelai run down the hall to meet Rosamund at the door after school: “Isn’t that sweet.” Beat.

“I do sometimes think — and tell me I’m overstepping — that she’s a bit too comfortable.

That’s all.

She knows an awful lot about your affairs for someone who folds towels.”

In February, in bed, in the dark, which was where she did her most effective work: “I don’t want to be the person who says this.

The girls behave differently when she’s in the room.

They look at her before they answer me.