The criminal’s daughter, left by her husband, was supposed to be quietly broken and disappear. But now her place is taken by me. Let her husband be frightened by a loud divorce, let the snobbish lodger judge me from his height, and even if the pocket is empty—I’ll start over anyway. From scratch, from the gingerbread business—step by step. And I won’t let either the former one, or the one who might appear later, get in my way.