Whilst Gavin, bored already, investigates the garden, Cormack tells me of a medical article he has read. He takes some folded pages from his pocket and shows me them. Close columns of tiny lettering interspersed with charts and graphs. He thinks there is real hope for me this time. Immunosuppressant drugs, a sheltered environment, a lot of care and I may be able to live something like a normal life.
He sits down on the weathered, wooden stool placed next to the intercom.
“I spoke to the Doctors at the hospital. They think the new therapies are very promising. We"d be able to get together. I mean properly. I could come around to see you and talk. Without these barriers getting in the way all the time.”
He doesn"t know about the pit. No one does. It and the spoil-heap are in my inner s
