Pandemonium. Bedlam. Topsy-turvy. Madhouse. A holy mess. All hell broke loose. The room turned upside down, on its back, inside out, went crazy, flipped out. Other words, other clichés. Fear erupted like a seismic shift in the earth’s surface, and then charged and pierced and saturated the room like smoke. Fear – a good friend to me that night – chased me toward the back door. (65)
This description of the chaos and fear that occurred when the stabbing started does not seem to be a description of how Bernard felt about the situation, but rather, how and outsider or a storyteller might describe the situation without any firsthand knowledge of the event. It shows a sense of irony in that she describes the event in such extreme terms even though she did not feel the same way about the event she described. This organization, self-awareness, and sense of irony continue throughout the rest of the article when she talks about meeting her husband and discussing her scar with her