Prue.
She is twenty now.
And she did nothing wrong. She was nineteen and somebody told her something at two in the morning and she told her mother, which is what you do at nineteen.
And she left Marlcote in the January.
I do not know whether that is connected and I have never asked her and we are not in touch.
And I have thought about writing to her about four times and I have not, because the only reason to do it would be so that I would feel better.
And Gil and Dorcas, who I have had as the villains since the September of 2025.
Forty-four and forty-one.
And I have met them four times and spoken to them once, for about ninety seconds, outside a chapel.
And what I know about them is almost entirely from her.
She was not kind about them. She was funny about them, which is different and which is worse, and I laughed, for nine months, at a woman being funny about her own children to a boy of twenty-two who had never met them.
