Life is interesting. Catherine’s philosophy is gained after years of wishing for something different, of bemoaning her lack of money, of her work load and the difficulties of her marriage. She has considered either murder, or divorce and for a few dark moments suicide but she’s in new territory now. Her end is near but she could still have an interesting life. It includes the widowhood factor. Loveless or not, she had been a wife. Now she is not.
“This is an interesting thing,” she says out loud but the words fall on an enormous emptiness that echoes alone, alone, alone.