Oh, there was always some fancy little event or other going on. My husband was sort of a bigwig.

( Rose smiles, a little distant, as though looking back at some memory. It's been awhile since she thought on it; she's been so preoccupied with other things since she arrived here. But they did have money, a lot of it. Their home was beautiful and modern and grand, and there were always charity events or business parties, things like that. )

When Sharon got sick, I stopped caring about all of that, though. I don't remember dancing much at all the last... year or so. Things got so bad for her, I couldn't think about anything else.

( It's said softly, almost hazily. The effects of this place maybe coaxing out some honesty, though it's nothing she would hide from Bigby, anyway. )