“That might be true.” Cora said. “But that’s not what’s important. I’ve been going with the flow ever since I got here. Wondering why I was getting involved when it wasn’t my problem to deal with. I wasn’t making decisions for myself. I followed along and let others make them and there weren’t even any being made.” The words flowed from her easily. They were the truth given form. She could feel that with absolute clarity and it strengthened her resolve. The words had to be spoken. The act committed. This was meaning. This was purpose. “It was just one tedious meeting after another. Everyone consulting everyone else on what should be done and nothing getting done.” Cora was grateful that her mother let her talk and actually listened. “Endless discussion that amounted to the repeated confess
