She is always left alone in the end, by the end of the trilogy she kills herself. She does so waiting for someone to stop her, to save her. Baba writes in the epilogue, “...Kate gashed her wrists, thinking daftly that someone might come to her rescue, a male Florence Nightingale might kneel and bandage and swoop her off to a life of certainty and bliss.” (551). Kate’s upbringing and lack of a maternal figure to guide her through life lead her to a fate worse than her mother’s. She cut her own wrists because she was no longer able to bear her life for what it was. She failed as a lover, a wife and a mother. She felt as if there was nothing left for her anymore, she would never find the love that would fill the hole in her
She is always left alone in the end, by the end of the trilogy she kills herself. She does so waiting for someone to stop her, to save her. Baba writes in the epilogue, “...Kate gashed her wrists, thinking daftly that someone might come to her rescue, a male Florence Nightingale might kneel and bandage and swoop her off to a life of certainty and bliss.” (551). Kate’s upbringing and lack of a maternal figure to guide her through life lead her to a fate worse than her mother’s. She cut her own wrists because she was no longer able to bear her life for what it was. She failed as a lover, a wife and a mother. She felt as if there was nothing left for her anymore, she would never find the love that would fill the hole in her