Of course, she also couldn't remember seeing Rodolphus on the day she tried to kill Antonin. That visit had been a major surprise. She still hadn't explained any but the barest of details to Mr. Akingbade when he asked. Each time he brought up her dreams, she was thankful that that was a memory that she was able to uncover entirely on her own. Imagining having him witnessing what she did was mortifying. It was bad enough that he'd seen her in passionate embraces with Rodolphus or that he'd seen the day she hit her husband. Having him be a witness to the debauched manner in which the animagus pushed her up against the wall of her house while her husband and child were literally just steps away would have been too much. She already feared that he thought very little of her to begin with.