“Do you think Brooke will be okay?” Mary asked, linking her arm through her friend's for comfort as they wandered the hallway.
“No.” Gabby shrugged. “But then, are you okay?” Gabby cast a sidelong glance at Mary and saw her friend purse her lips together until they matched the colour of the walls. “It's fine not to be you know.” Gabby added in a conspiratorial whisper. “I mean take me for example. My folks, may they rot in hell, s**t all over me and I still have 'issues' years later and now all this.” Gabby waved her free arm about the hallway. “I'm buggered, is what I'm trying to say. Mental. Crazy. Ga ga.” Mary sniffed a laugh and fumbled in her coat pocket for a tissue to wipe her eyes.
“I can't stop thinking of Mum and Dad. If they're alive…” Mary's voice broke slightly but she clear
