This story is very exemplary of Shirley Jackson’s writing. This is a different twist on her common themes of class identities, ostracism, and public persecution. I appreciated the elements of the burden of domesticity, agoraphobia, and obsessive compulsive thinking. Jackson has a distinct way of writing about people that adds to the tone of the story but can feel like it’s adding a lot of words with no plot advancement, and this story definitely had that element. While it felt very slow initially, things picked up about 30% of the way and I really enjoyed the character exploration throughout.