She was a very cultured elegant woman who had been displaced/replaced by a very much younger version of her self. When she had found out by seeing  her younger clone strolling hand in hand with her husband...she had dropped one of her expensive gloves but that was the least of her concerns.  She later described her desolation to me by quoting Jacques Maritain's letter to Jean Cocteau..." What am I...a man God has turned inside out like a glove..." Being well versed in philosophy she saw her self walking in Garbiel Marcel's "desert universe." She was halfway through his ÊTRE ET AVOIR which became her Bible. She remained in this "broken world" without a soul....like a clock that had stopped telling the time and was only resurrected by finding a young lover who loved her for her self. She never ever again wore gloves despite how cold it got which everyone thought was a curious characteristic tic of hers.