Her habits seemed to Isabel a natural extension of her personality: she was loud in the night, talked in her sleep and then slept in, ate in small bites throughout the day, never in one meal, often didn’t finish her plate. She left her things carelessly behind and then forgot where she’d put them, would stomp through the house trying to find them. Sometimes she’d disappear for a while. Sometimes she’d be everywhere all at once. Her perfume bullied itself around the house.
