*the guilt arrives again - she weeps - this helps*

*the interior of a tram - Joan is staring at someone, practically daring him to look away* #1937

*her obvious intelligence, her confidence make her extremely compelling* #1937

*Joan's expression indicates she is obviously in a rather raw, emotional state* #1937

*when she does, she locks eyes with him & doesn't look away* #1937

*this continues until she gets off the tram* #1937

*Joan entered the apartment, looking around, smiling at the rest of the party-goers* #1938

*she spots 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉, who has already spotted her* #1938

*she looks back at 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 through the window as the tram pulls away . . . * #1937

*looks up from her book, Watson's classic Book on the Play of the Hand at Bridge* Oh, who could that be now, at this hour?

*she gets out of the bed - careful, now - slippers on, dressing gown claimed, before the trek down those steps*

Good gracious!

*she quietly does the dishes - pauses as she notes the sky a gentle purple, a new day dawning*

*she leaves the cutlery to drip-dry, as she dries her hands on the old, lavender-smelling hand towel*

*she slowly climbs the stairs - hand on the banister - easy does it*

*soon she sleeps*

*as she sleeps, Joan holds a framed photograph of her husband*

*for some reason she felt it was the right thing to do tonight as she readied herself for bed*

*she fell into a quick, deep sleep*

*at some point during her slumber, she slipped away. . . *