I don’t know what my mother did when she was in her room. She was working. She was working a lot. She devoted herself to family matters, making trouble. But I am convinced she did love him extremely and after he died she said that was the fact. She said a lot of things after he died. She said things to every one and no one. She said things in estranged, peculiar voices. She spoke through each hole in her body and when she was done speaking through each hole in her body she made more holes in her body until she eventually was more hole than body. Amber days split into each other. She strangled rosaries and burned through saints like they were paper.