Chapter Twenty
A fresh fall of snow blanketed the asylum grounds—not a
Christmas sprinkle, but a man-high January deluge, the sort
that snuffs out schools and offices and churches, and leaves,
for a day or more, a pure, blank sheet in place of memo pads,
date books and calendars.
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Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Nineteen
'I'm going to be a psychiatrist.'
Joan spoke with her usual breathy enthusiasm. We were
drinking apple cider in the Belsize lounge.
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Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Eighteen
'Esther.'
I woke out of a deep, drenched sleep, and the first thing I
saw was Doctor Nolan's face swimming in front of me and
saying, 'Esther, Esther.'
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Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
'You're a lucky girl today.'
The young nurse cleared my breakfast tray away and left
me wrapped in my white blanket like a passenger taking the
sea air on the deck of a ship.
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Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
Joan's room, with its closet and bureau and table and chair
and white blanket with the big blue C on it, was a mirror
image of my own.
As part of the conversion of the book to its new digital format, we have made certain minor adjustments in its
layout.
A Table of Contents has been added for the reader's
convenience.
Italia