Adriana stood in the middle of the hall on Short Stay, swaying a little. It was quiet, except for the television in the corner of the common room, which no one was watching. A woman came out of the bathroom wearing a johnny shirt, a purse on her arm. Her eyes were teary and her straight, thin brown hair wisped as she walked. She smiled weakly at Adriana and, as though in slow motion, walked toward one of the bedrooms. Joanne spoke to her as though to a child. “You going to lie down sweetie?” she asked in a loud voice. The woman nodded. Joanne opened the door to a small single room with a view of the harbour. Adriana gazed at the rectangle of light. She couldn’t see the water from the doorway, just the bleak light from the cloud-filled sky. The bed was smooth and cold looking, covered with a tawny bed spread, the white sheet beneath it turned over neatly. Joanne opened a closet door next to the room. “Here’s a couple johnny shirts and a pair of slippers,”
