The thing was she didn’t really want other people to know, to stare, to silently question and judge. Her life at home, cloistered indoors, was admittedly comfortable. That was becoming obvious each time she took a step outside where she endured a world of sidelong glances. She wanted to shrink inward, to become something she wasn’t. They hurt her feelings and her excursions became less. In any case, the restaurant delivered.
