Reflection 19“I am sorry about your father,” David said in a quiet voice beside me.
“It happened so quickly,” I answered. “And I suppose it was shock that made me behave as I did after the funeral.”
“What did you do?” he asked.
“I couldn’t stop crying,” I answered. “I just cried and cried, and Aunt Lucy, who was the only relation I sent a telegram to about Daddy, took me away with her.”
“To the Convent?”
“I didn’t realise it was a Convent for some time.”
“Why not?”
“I think I had a kind of brainstorm,” I answered, “or perhaps it was a nervous breakdown, I don’t know. But whatever it was, they only stopped me crying by keeping me more or less unconscious.”
“Poor Samantha,” David said. “I suppose I am at least partly to blame for that.”
“I think it was everything happening at once,”
