I could tell she was agitated. She had a tendency to channel her frustration by finding new domestic chores; the greater the frustration, the more ambitious the scale of her projects. When she was angry with other people, she would say nothing but would bang pots and pans, curse the cutlery that slipped to the floor, fling trays into cupboards. When she was angry with herself, she would rearrange the furniture, drag tables across the room, pile up chairs, and roll up the heavy carpet in our living room so she could scrub the floor.
