I keep thinking, too, of what my mother said, when that last set of scribbles was found. She said the house knows all our weaknesses and is testing them, one by one. Roddie’s weakness was the house itself, you see. Mine—well, perhaps mine was Gyp. But Mother’s weakness is Susan. It’s as if, with the scribbles, the footsteps, the voice—it’s as if she’s being teased. As if something’s playing with her. ’
