Violet's sister should have remained at sea. There were those who would glare and squint and spit and vow that she did, she had, and that was the root, stalk, and branch of the problem. She should have left her ribbons in place.
        That was the tragedy.
        It could be seen, it was all quite clear. Like the sun circling silent down through glassy waters pellucid thought, realizations monstrous, is merciless but cannot be forsaken, is enviable but not required.
        Why did no 1 tell her?
        Unconscionable the peril loosed to echo through the hearts of time.
        Why?