First a forest fire and then the threat of a massive blackout. It suits my mood; outwards I might look like a power failure but I'm slowly burning on the inside. Mother is worried about her furniture and clothes even though the fire was never really near us. It suits her too.
The first lines in her diary: We've both been running from something we didn't understand, and just as we were about to settle down we're going away again. I think he loves me, maybe that's why I'm willing to do this with him. For him. It's not a good reason, but it's the only one I have. For now anyway.