And she lived NOT in a Cage Made of Golden Bars,,,,

But rather....
in a BOX....
made of driftwood and glue....
They had, at some point,
clearly snuck into her BOX and painted it YELLOW...
NOT the yellow symbolic of FEAR or TIMID CONSTERNATION...
No...
The Yellow of BABY CLOTHING...
and BUTTER...
and Sunlight with a cloud just barely in front of....
NOT blocking its light, but sensitizing it in a way...
making it a tad DEMURE...DEFUSED...
Yes...
Defused Butter...
In any case, she had not chosen the box, as ordinary people choose their homes...
Rather...
IT had chosen HER...
And it had TRAVELED....(the BOX)
She suspected that it had originated in the Hamptons....
and made its way to FLORIDA...
(as Hampton-ites tend to do!)
And somehow, LO and BEHOLD.....
The box had LANDED.......Ker PLUNK !!!
in the Hudson River....en route to...
Ya ready ???
NEW JERSEY ???  (of all places)...
She had instantly moved in...
being a nomad in Jersey herself....
and well...
The rest ??
Well....
Le reste appartient à l'histoire...