She’s just not recovered since dad’s death just four days ago. Ever since then sheer has been flustered, twitchy, suffering information overload. She has barely stopped talking. Except that It’s not really talking. It’s just jibbering. Pointless chatter to fill the space. Some of it is talking to Dad, some is asking questions„ but most of it is self- castigation- endlessly criticising herself for being a wimp and for letting Ron down and for only thinking of herself. While this all sounds worthy and wonderful, it becomes exasperating and infuriating after a constant dribbling of it.
