Chapter 26
Ripping the old wallpaper off the wall was easy, an enjoyable task, even therapeutic; in any case an unblemished pleasure. Eventually the last shred, a long brown piece, stubborn, as though desperate to cling to the wall was torn from the plaster, revealing the plasterwork bare and potholed ready for her choice of decoration. Dorothy leant back against the wall, observed the pile of curled shavings, the plaster dust that had accumulated on the floorboards. Why wait for Tom to prepare the wallpaper? Why not make a start herself? It looked simple enough. And it was time to show off her new found independence.
Unfolding the pasting table looked easy enough; the legs pulled out obediently and, though the board was cumbersome and a bit big for her to manoeuvre on her own, she event
