“Did she act like that often?”
“She got into these moods occasionally. I would warn her, I would be like, ‘Violet, they’re seriously going to change the locks on your door and confiscate all your belongings.’ And she would laugh. God, her laughter was the most carefree thing in the world! She would laugh and she would go like, ‘Oh, Val, stop worrying, it’s not a good look on you and it’ll only give you lines!’ Back then I thought, you know, I thought it was a rich people thing. I would think, oh well, she’s grown up with this sense of security and entitlement, knowing that however big a problem, it will never be bigger than her family’s bank account. Money, it solves problems just as fast as it causes them… Now that I know better, I think it’s somewhere between deep delusion and a defence mechanism. She would tell herself everything will be alright, and she would repeat it until she believed in it herself. If you ask me, that’s what she’s doing right now, too. She really believes they’ll find her innocent, which is why she refused that plea deal.”
“There was a plea deal?”
“Yeah, didn’t she mention it? A year in prison for pleading guilty. She could’ve been done in a year.”
“Oh.”
