She stroked a ladder on my tights and said I should be more careful. I wondered if this was a simple extension of her domain over everything, or if I’d somehow indicated she was allowed. I’d said I was hers from how I looked at her – not from how I’d chosen to look at her, but from how I couldn’t help looking at her – but that didn’t mean she could tell. Maybe Edith didn’t notice me at all and touched me as she would a small appliance.
