I have never had much trouble eating even when things were upsetting and chaotic. This meal was no different and I finished quickly and waited for Isobeau and Nana, who both picked at the food on their plates. Perhaps it was because I still felt like an outsider, or just hungry, or just a hungry outsider. I am just getting to know these women and some, like Madeline a little more intimately than others, but I don’t know any of them so well as to feel the deep sorrow, anger, or fear they seemed to d...