A young girl came quickly and silently through the curtain that partitioned the room off from the kitchen.
"Maman—"
The woman did not move.
"I had not thought, Maman, that you were alone."
The woman slowly drew her face from out between her hands. She looked up uncertainly, her eyes only half open.
"Leave me, Angele."
"But, Maman, supper is ready."
"Let it wait, Angele."
The girl came over to the table and put her hand on the woman's shoulder.
"Was she then horrid, Maman?"