Hiding inside is the only thing to do and Beethoven brings consolation.
She gets on well with her neighbours as a charming lady of independent means. She doubts if they’d invite her over for dinner when she is her other self.
They would end up becoming dinner.
The light of the moon is beautiful but curses her kind.
At least she is alone here. She will not let the others through, ever.
She likes her neighbours as they are.
The others would not.