“Don’t let them see you happy, she whispered. Who? Everyone, she said wearily, as though I had already missed the point. She added, Other women, mostly. I thought it was the other way around, I said. Don’t let the bastards get you down. That’s wrong. They can see you down. They should see you down. If they see you are happy, they will try to destroy you. But who? I asked again.”
