She folded the quilt.

And they agreed, and between the time I saw this place and the next time I went, there was a terrible accident. A man, an old man, fell asleep, and his quilt dropped in a pan of fire that kept him warm.

So to invoke another metaphor, if you imagine social networks as a kind of vast fabric of humanity I'm connected to you and you to her, on out endlessly into the distance this fabric is actually like an old fashioned American quilt, and it has patches on it happy and unhappy patches.