The betrayal, of course, was only imagined. Like a discerning detective, Vera, the daughter of a policeman, spent an inordinate amount of time photographing her Dublin home and garden, capturing and calcifying for posterity what she was sure was evidence of her neighbors’ betrayal.
She would send her brother out to the yard at night with a flashlight to inspect damage to her plants call and write letters to family members to complain about unneighborly mischief and deride police officers, priests, bus drivers, or anyone else in her way when they failed to support her mission to catch her neighbors in a transgression.
VERA WAS “an impossible person.” She couldn’t shake the idea that something or someone, but particularly her neighbors on either side of her house, were out to get her.
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