I decided then that I felt comfortable in her strange presence. It calmed me, or at least made me feel less alone. “I didn’t like her very much,” she added. “Which is not a thing you should say of the dead.” “You can say whatever you want,” I said. “All the rules are different now.” “She was a terrible snob.” “Some people are.” “But also uneducated.” “As are many snobs.”
