3:30 Hannah begins the story, “Elsa Wolcott had spent years in enforced solitude, reading fictional adventures and imagining other lives. In her lonely bedroom, surrounded by the novels that had become her friends, she sometimes dared to dream of an adventure of her own, but not often. Her family repeatedly told her that it was illness she’d survived in childhood that had transformed her life and left it fragile and solitary, and on good days, she believed it. // On bad days, like today, she knew that she had always been an outsider in her own family. They had sensed the lack in her early on, seen that she didn’t fit in. // There was a pain that came with constant disapproval; a sense of having lost something unnamed, unknown. Else had survived it by being quiet, by not demanding or seeking attention, by accepting that she was loved, but unliked. The hurt had become so common place, she rarely noticed it. She knew she had nothing to do with the illness to which her rejection was usually ascribed” (5). A sad, sorry from the very beginning.