The family story is that Mother saw a demon one day, walking down the hall.
Unable to enter the mother's room. The ground there is too holy, if she says so herself. Too sanctified.
Instead it passed through a closed door into her daughter's room, the sick one, whose illness, in this version of events, is spiritual, not physical.
"Ugliest thing I ever saw," says Mother.
There's a twisted truth here, although the family, in their cowed and superstitious awe, are unable to fathom it.
She saw her own reflection in the mirror, clear-eyed, without the mist of self-congratulation, and found herself, for the briefest moment of a moment, taken aback.
But only for a moment.