15. So This Is a Social Visit
Mina
Sometimes I wondered if my mother knew the vague, erratic, uncomfortable way my mind cycled through events, favoring the most recent, when I was unable to work. If she did, she also knew she’d found a rare method of enforcing the order to “go to your room and think about what you’ve done.”
The equipment was in place, and Ben was in the clear. Those were the two cycling thoughts that gave me hope whenever they came around, the ones I tried to hold onto the longest. They made time pass a lot more quickly than the thought that the equipment might not last long enough to be useful now that the Brundles had reason to be suspicious of me. Ordinary, uninformed people would just check that none of their valuables were missing and continue about their business
