mine even while I was wearing this.”
I stared at the flowers on her dress.
“What exactly are you doing?”
She glanced at a small bench near the wall.
“Sit.”
We sat side by side.
“I’ve been watching Catherine all night,” Mom said. “And now I know what I needed to know.”
“What?”
“She organizes people into categories.”
I frowned.
“She sees a category first, then decides she already understands the person inside it.”
My mother touched the fabric of her dress.
“This told her what category she thought I
