Molly Notkin spills her guts (p. 795)
And that it had been everyone’s failure to press any charges that had liberated the mother from Southeast-KY custody and allowed her access once again to her home’s kitchen, where, apparently despondent, she committed suicide by putting her extremities down the garbage disposal—first one arm and then, kind of miraculously if you think about it, the other arm.
Context
The deposition's last words: freed because nobody pressed charges over the acid-throwing that deformed her daughter, the mother goes home to the same kitchen, "apparently despondent." Notkin's register does horror as trivia — and a page earlier the raw hands the mother the book's one Plath echo, a lifetime of suspicion held "under great pressure in the bell-jar of her own denial."