She drifted in like a ghost, oblivious to the sympathetic glances of other patients in the waiting room who recognised her, as if she had her being in a different dimension. The pallor of her face was in startling contrast to her fiercely red-rimmed eyes, which seemed to be having difficulty in focusing on Enid as she came up to the desk. Enid recognised the stigmata of wretchedness. It was like seeing again a familiar domestic landscape which even today was clearly visible to her, though at a distance; now she was only an occasional visitor. ‘Dr Matthews is running a bit late, I’m afraid,’ she said gently. ‘Would you like to sit in the waiting room there?’ ‘Yes. Yes of course.’ Katy turned, obedient as a zombie, as if, had she been asked to lie on the floor, she’d have done that too without question. A woman with a small child pulled it on to her knee to make room for Katy on one of the padded benches, then leaned across to pat her knee. Enid saw Katy’s automatic, meaningless smile.
What do You think about The Darkness And The Deep?
