[Anna listens. She frowns, arms crossed, but she doesn't move to insult him or anything. Two months ago, she'd have probably slapped him. Now, she just thinks.]

I don't think Ernesta ever understood me, either. And she kept insisting I had her all wrong.

...Honestly, sometimes I don't know myself. I thought I did, and then all this happens. But I suppose I'm glad. If I'm going to get attached to you people somehow, you'd better turn out all right, and you did.