Chapter 14: Iris
Iris went to the hospital to see Psycho. They’d agreed he would introduce her to the leading light of psychiatry. The leading light certainly looked the part: neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper hair, glasses that he was constantly twirling around, stern and imposing. They do say people are frightened by psychiatrists because they look like their own patients. Iris sat opposite the leading light and waited for him to finish a lengthy phone conversation. In the meantime she looked at the papers on his desk, stacked up in God knows how many geological strata. She ran an eye over the hand-written notes: “Rosa is unable to display any signs of life although she is alive. She does not know who or where she is, but is aware of being lifted, turned over, or moved from place to place.
