3.5
Having forgone a tattered National Geographic, Yvette flicked through an old copy of Vogue, before tiring of that as well. She was in the waiting room of a nearby doctor’s surgery, located in a dilapidated weatherboard house. It appeared nothing had been done to the décor of the room since the seventies. All the walls were papered with repro-paisley wallpaper, tan, grey and washed-out orange against an off-white background, wallpaper that clashed horrendously with the ancient loop-pile carpet of deep-purple swirls. The reception area was crammed into what must have been the former kitchen, accessed by patients through a high serving hatch. A series of posters pinned to a wall beared down on waiting patients with bold warnings of the consequences of imbibing and injecting and gorging o
