There is a dark spot. Cord’s mother.
She was a pretensions horrible creature who looked down on everyone. She behaved as if she thought she was royal and we were all serfs.
The first she spoke to me was the last I spoke to her.
She had come in, stood before my desk and presumptuously demanded my attention. She ordered me to run and fetch her son.
I looked at her, words filling my mother, but, said nothing. I walked away and did not return to my post for twenty minutes.
I made certain she was gone before I returned.
After that, anytime I saw her, I walked away. If she spoke at me, I continued to walk. I refused to look at her.
She seemed to realise my response to her was permanent so did not enter my space.
On the social occasions when we were in the same room, I ignored her completely.