Y with her great wisdom and understanding, trying hard not to be human, in the sense that to be human also means having faults and outbursts of temper. She tries hard to understand by forgiving others. That heart is bereft of me because it expects me to be admirable. Everyone turns to her when they have a problem she, ‘the self-appointed comforter’, understands, understands, understands. But my great pride dictates that I should be found on the street.