They give so much credence to the existence of choice.
Perhaps they know to believe in the unpredictability of events is to be false, but perhaps they find the pretense of ignorance to be far more convenient. It allows them to flaunt their fallibility while still collecting the accolades of their admirers who live a ways down the road. Few of them, however, can hide from the scrutiny of each other. And when the three old sisters from Rowan County invite themselves for the occasional afternoon tea, none of them can deny themselves any longer. When the sober truth of their own natures is woven into a nicely-patterned shawl draped over hunched ancient shoulders, it reminds them how little control they actually wield in the scheme of things.