"she" is referring to Saylor, my 12 yr old main character, and she and her mom’s fiance Matthew are together in a coffee shop. they both dislike each other, but Saylor hates Matthew more than anything.

She recalled the drive from her home to Bluwater Wharf. Matthew sat stiffly in the driver’s seat, barely paying attention to the road. Saylor was in the backseat, staring blankly out the window. Her suitcase, purse and duffel bag remained next to her, but she didn’t touch them. Matthew didn’t utter a word to her for the entire eight hours. In fact, he barely moved except to slam on the brakes, shift the gears or turn the steering wheel. The exception came an hour into the drive when Saylor’s mom called and he immediately pulled over in a parking lot to answer her. They chatted away for twenty minutes, until apparently she asked to talk to Saylor because Matthew handed his cell phone over to her with a look of disdain. Saylor tried to explain once again that she felt strongly against spending her summer in Bluwater, begging to come back home while she was still close enough. However, her mom took over the conversation like always and threw all of Saylor’s reasons back at her, explaining that it would all work out. Then the battery died, Matthew shot Saylor more disgusted looks as if it were her fault, and the car swerved back onto the freeway.

They stopped for dinner at a roadside coffee shop. Until then Saylor had considered coffee shops for breakfast only, but she was hungry and didn’t object. Matthew ordered an espresso with two shots of hazelnut syrup. Saylor stood in line with him, but he didn’t offer to buy anything for her. A barista in a black visor and striped apron asked what she wanted. The menu selection was so overwhelming that she randomly chose hot chocolate and a bagel, laying out a few wrinkled bills. She carried her food over to one of the counter stools and ate in silence, stealing glances at Matthew sipping his drink and tapping away on his laptop across the room. Saylor ignored the chatter and laughter of the other customers. She made as much noise as possible leaving the shop, hoping Matthew would notice, but he didn’t even look up.

She waited outside for half an hour before she realized what Matthew was doing. Glimpsing through the window, she saw him sprawled out in an armchair, mindlessly watching online videos with his laptop balanced on his knees. Next to him was an empty cup.

At the moment, Saylor was too frustrated to think twice. She sprinted down the corner, pushed past several people and banged open the coffee shop doors. The bell jangled noisily as the doors slammed shut behind her. Strutting boldly past the customers who gaped in annoyance, Saylor confronted Matthew. “Can we go?” she demanded.

He continued clicking for several minutes, then looked up. “Last I checked,” he muttered, “you weren’t driving.”

“You can’t keep me here all night,” she retorted.

He went back to his computer then, and she made a few spiteful remarks just to see if he’d say anything back. He didn’t. She stood firm, casting a shadow over him, but he completely shut her out. Minutes passed, but to Saylor they might as well have been hours. Every second she waited drained her of another ounce of self-discipline, until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Her knees ached and her ankles throbbed from being pressed into the floor. Taking a step forward, she pounded the return button on Matthew’s laptop, snapped it shut and tucked it under her arm. That was guaranteed to get a rise out of him, so he’d have to respond to her. A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she walked toward the door. I’ve won this game, finally! Scream and shout at me all you want, because that means you won’t be ignoring me anymore. The louder and longer, the better. You heard me right, Matthew, I’ll be enjoying this!

To her dismay, he didn’t scream or shout or even open his mouth. Nor did he give her the dirty looks she’d come to expect from him. He merely took his laptop from her and headed straight out the door, for the car. She followed him, fuming, ready to throw a punch the second he turned his back. She didn’t, but she did sit down in the passenger seat. His reaction was to turn on the engine and back out of the parking stall, glancing occasionally at the rearview mirror but never at Saylor.
yes i know it’s long but i really need your help, please! Thanks so much

my main character, 12 year old Saylor, and her mom’s fiance Matthew, are together in a coffee shop. They both dislike each other, but Saylor hates him with all her heart. "She" is referring to Saylor.

She recalled the drive from her home to Bluwater Wharf. Matthew sat stiffly in the driver’s seat, barely paying attention to the road. Saylor was in the backseat, staring blankly out the window. Her suitcase, purse and duffel bag remained next to her, but she didn’t touch them. Matthew didn’t utter a word to her for the entire eight hours. In fact, he barely moved except to slam on the brakes, shift the gears or turn the steering wheel. The exception came an hour into the drive when Saylor’s mom called and he immediately pulled over in a parking lot to answer her. They chatted away for twenty minutes, until apparently she asked to talk to Saylor because Matthew handed his cell phone over to her with a look of disdain. Saylor tried to explain once again that she felt strongly against spending her summer in Bluwater, begging to come back home while she was still close enough. However, her mom took over the conversation like always and threw all of Saylor’s reasons back at her, explaining that it would all work out. Then the battery died, Matthew shot Saylor more disgusted looks as if it were her fault, and the car swerved back onto the freeway.
They stopped for dinner at a roadside coffee shop. Until then Saylor had considered coffee shops for breakfast only, but she was hungry and didn’t object. Matthew ordered an espresso with two shots of hazelnut syrup. Saylor stood in line with him, but he didn’t offer to buy anything for her. A barista in a black visor and striped apron asked what she wanted. The menu selection was so overwhelming that she randomly chose hot chocolate and a bagel, laying out a few wrinkled bills. She carried her food over to one of the counter stools and ate in silence, stealing glances at Matthew sipping his drink and tapping away on his laptop across the room. Saylor ignored the chatter and laughter of the other customers. She made as much noise as possible leaving the shop, hoping Matthew would notice, but he didn’t even look up.
She waited outside for half an hour before she realized what Matthew was doing. Glimpsing through the window, she saw him sprawled out in an armchair, mindlessly watching online videos with his laptop balanced on his knees. Next to him was an empty cup.
At the moment, Saylor was too frustrated to think twice. She sprinted down the corner, pushed past several people and banged open the coffee shop doors. The bell jangled noisily as the doors slammed shut behind her. Strutting boldly past the customers who gaped in annoyance, Saylor confronted Matthew. “Can we go?” she demanded.
He continued clicking for several minutes, then looked up. “Last I checked,” he muttered, “you weren’t driving.”
“You can’t keep me here all night,” she retorted.
He went back to his computer then, and she made a few spiteful remarks just to see if he’d say anything back. He didn’t. She stood firm, casting a shadow over him, but he completely shut her out. Minutes passed, but to Saylor they might as well have been hours. Every second she waited drained her of another ounce of self-discipline, until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Her knees ached and her ankles throbbed from being pressed into the floor. Taking a step forward, she pounded the return button on Matthew’s laptop, snapped it shut and tucked it under her arm. That was guaranteed to get a rise out of him, so he’d have to respond to her. A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she walked toward the door. I’ve won this game, finally! Scream and shout at me all you want, because that means you won’t be ignoring me anymore. The louder and longer, the better. You heard me right, Matthew, I’ll be enjoying this!
To her dismay, he didn’t scream or shout or even open his mouth. Nor did he give her the dirty looks she’d come to expect from him. He merely took his laptop from her and headed straight out the door, for the car. She followed him, fuming, ready to throw a punch the second he turned his back. She didn’t, but she did sit down in the passenger seat. His reaction was to turn on the engine and back out of the parking stall, glancing occasionally at the rearview mirror but never at Saylor.

hi, i’m italian…who can help to make me a summary about this chapter of "the mysteries of Udolpho" by Ann Radcliffe….not very long, thanks! kisses:

chapter 26: ‘Up this stair-case the Signora lies,’ said Barnardine.

‘Lies!’ repeated Emily faintly, as she began to ascend.

‘She lies in the upper chamber,’ said Barnardine.

As they passed up, the wind, which poured through the narrow cavities in the wall, made the torch flare, and it threw a stronger gleam upon the grim and sallow countenance of Barnardine, and discovered more fully the desolation of the place—the rough stone walls, the spiral stairs, black with age, and a suit of antient armour, with an iron visor, that hung upon the walls, and appeared a trophy of some former victory.

Having reached a landing-place, ‘You may wait here, lady,’ said he, applying a key to the door of a chamber, ‘while I go up, and tell the Signora you are coming.’

‘That ceremony is unnecessary,’ replied Emily, ‘my aunt will rejoice to see me.’

‘I am not so sure of that,’ said Barnardine, pointing to the room he had opened: ‘Come in here, lady, while I step up.’

Emily, surprised and somewhat shocked, did not dare to oppose him further, but, as he was turning away with the torch, desired he would not leave her in darkness. He looked around, and, observing a tripod lamp, that stood on the stairs, lighted and gave it to Emily, who stepped forward into a large old chamber, and he closed the door. As she listened anxiously to his departing steps, she thought he descended, instead of ascending, the stairs; but the gusts of wind, that whistled round the portal, would not allow her to hear distinctly any other sound. Still, however, she listened, and, perceiving no step in the room above, where he had affirmed Madame Montoni to be, her anxiety increased, though she considered, that the thickness of the floor in this strong building might prevent any sound reaching her from the upper chamber. The next moment, in a pause of the wind, she distinguished Barnardine’s step descending to the court, and then thought she heard his voice; but, the rising gust again overcoming other sounds, Emily, to be certain on this point, moved softly to the door, which, on attempting to open it, she discovered was fastened. All the horrid apprehensions, that had lately assailed her, returned at this instant with redoubled force, and no longer appeared like the exaggerations of a timid spirit, but seemed to have been sent to warn her of her fate. She now did not doubt, that Madame Montoni had been murdered, perhaps in this very chamber; or that she herself was brought hither for the same purpose. The countenance, the manners and the recollected words of Barnardine, when he had spoken of her aunt, confirmed her worst fears. For some moments, she was incapable of considering of any means, by which she might attempt an escape. Still she listened, but heard footsteps neither on the stairs, or in the room above; she thought, however, that she again distinguished Barnardine’s voice below, and went to a grated window, that opened upon the court, to enquire further. Here, she plainly heard his hoarse accents, mingling with the blast, that swept by, but they were lost again so quickly, that their meaning could not be interpreted; and then the light of a torch, which seemed to issue from the portal below, flashed across the court, and the long shadow of a man, who was under the arch-way, appeared upon the pavement. Emily, from the hugeness of this sudden portrait, concluded it to be that of Barnardine; but other deep tones, which passed in the wind, soon convinced her he was not alone, and that his companion was not a person very liable to pity.

When her spirits had overcome the first shock of her situation, she held up the lamp to examine, if the chamber afforded a possibility of an escape. It was a spacious room, whose walls, wainscoted with rough oak, shewed no casement but the grated one, which Emily had left, and no other door than that, by which she had entered. The feeble rays of the lamp, however, did not allow her to see at once its full extent; she perceived no furniture, except, indeed, an iron chair, fastened in the centre of the chamber, immediately over which, depending on a chain from the ceiling, hung an iron ring. Having gazed upon these, for some time, with wonder and horror, she next observed iron bars below, made for the purpose of confining the feet, and on the arms of the chair were rings of the same metal. As she continued to survey them, she concluded, that they were instruments of torture, and it struck her, that some poor wretch had once been fastened in this chair, and had there been starved to death. She was chilled by the thought; but, what was her agony, when, in the next moment, it occurred to her, that her aunt might have been one of these victims, and that she herself might be the next! An acute pain seized her head, she was scarcely able to h