Thirty-Two – An Eye or AnEye
Luckily I am able to see Dr. Fleetwood-Zillthe next day at the Mental Health Commission’s clinic, HeemskirkHouse. The clinic is not far from the hostel. I have a 4.15appointment.
I wait for most of the students to leave thecollege and then walk away from my normal route past the NorthHobart oval. I don’t know what I should be thinking if anything. Iam more intrigued with the name of the doctor and try to imaginewhat he looks like.
When I reach the driveway of Heemskirk HouseI balk. The elm trees lining the winding approach have just startedto produce new leaves. The barren grey spindles look like they wantto cover themselves with green as soon as possible. I compare themwith the Pride of Ringwoods.
Under the prominent sign at the beginning ofthe driveway wh
