Chapter 40
McDuff’s mind kept wanting to push him into a disorienting double vision, one difficult day in the past layered atop the one he was trying to live through. He sat with Victoria, Jean, and Father Hall in a plain but clean reception room, more pleasant than standing in Fodelson’s processing line.
A friendly young nurse dressed all in white sat with them after they signed in, rather than a glowering guard determined to figure out what they’d all done wrong.
And yet the odd spectacle of Victoria and especially Jean wearing the black and white nun’s habits kept forcing McDuff to scramble for orientation in time. He again wore his own unaccustomed uniform, the stiff collar like a solid noose around his neck.
Jean and Father Hall ran their rosaries through their fingers, one bead a
