She took stock of her life. She was dependent on no one. She was sheltered from all the financial fears that had beset her mother. Released from the physical hard work that had so unwittingly enslaved Marjorie, that she accepted as normal. Liberated from the strictures, traditions, unnatural moral and dogmatic beliefs of her grandmother. Over the years she had allowed herself the pleasures of the flesh that her grandmother Rose would never have even known about. Unlike her Aunt Polly, she did not have to hide the suffering caused by ungrateful and unloving children. Regardless of the many advantages she had over the women in her family, she had always felt herself to be missing something. She had never quite grasped what it was, or else it had slipped unseen through her fingers.
It is only later in her life that Loretta understands how she had lived her life in the space between dreams and reality. It was the legacy she inherited from the women in her family; denying her own life through her symbiotic relationship with her mother, the nanny who hid a secret from her for a lifetime, and the aristocratic grandmother who controlled their lives. Then, she is given another opportunity; the chance to see the love around her that was always there for her; so close to her that she, who was so observant, actually never saw it.