It wasn't easy for her to stop thinking that it could have been any morning to spend with her boyfriend, rather than the day she went secretly to visit his grave. Rose felt pain in her chest, and her mood fluctuated: if a minute before she really wanted to find a quiet and sheltered spot, outside the cemetery, from which to watch the ceremony, the next minute she regretted having escaped home and wanted nothing more than to go back, close in on herself and cry until she was tired.