texts: And what had you done? </s> <s> Nothing! I simply existed. So what was the answer? A jealous woman, right? A clinging possessive mother.  Wrong. With all due respect to Oedipus, I don't think that was the case at all. </s> <s> Then what was it?
labels: Lydia liked me, you see. That was the strange part of it. In fact, now that I'm no longer a threat, we're very good friends.