Forty-ThreeBright and early the next morning, Celia's personal beautician puts the finishing touches on Elaine's hair and makeup. Elaine is subdued, stoic, and moves mechanically through the motions of getting ready for her visit with her father.
“How's that, Mrs. Warren? I think you look just splendid.”
“Yes. Very nice. Thank you,” she replies, devoid of emotion.
The beautician packs up her cosmetics bags and leaves just as a nurse comes in to help Elaine change into her dress. “Well, don't you look just fine, Elaine. This must be a happy day for you, going home for the first time in years.”
“Yes. Very happy.”
“Are you sure you want to do this, Elaine? You're so quiet. If you've changed your mind, I can cancel the pass for you.”
“No,” Elaine says, firmly. “Don't do that. I want to g
