O. ONN: GORSE

Dan’s just rung; he’s in his mother’s car out on the downs. No sign of Rob. John’s hoarse with talking, but now Katie’s here. She came running in out of the rain with that blue coat around her; it was just then that the monitors showed the blip.

A small round interruption in the brainwaves.

I went to the window. The trees outside were dripping on the sill, and I leaned my forehead against the cold glass.

Reflected behind me I saw Rosa in the corridor.

I don’t know what goes on inside people’s minds. I’ve always tried to know. But there are too many defenses, too many tangles.

Too many masks.

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