Margaret talked trivia all day to me. Tv shows, online forum friends, recipes, to do lists, celebrity downfalls. Why would an ex-intelligence agent be like this? It was a mystery I wanted to solve.

Whenever I came over for a chat, we sat drinking coffee in a living room bursting with ornaments and pictures on the walls. I don't think there was an inch of space anywhere. Dreamcatchers, statues of the Virgin Mary, shelves of porcelain dolls, angels. I've never seen so many different types of angels in my life! Paintings of them, statues, crystal, hundreds of crochet angel pins she made herself.

She knew how curious I was about her life. Yesterday she told me that she had to enclose herself with 'stuff' because she was so scared.

She asked me not to say anything more.

She had enough questions throughout her life.

I was on the verge of asking yet another question but stopped after she revealed something more.

"I get so scared after being tortured. Asked so many questions. No more please."