Chapter 31-2
The taxi moved off, leaving Kitty standing outside the modest single-storey hospital at East Grinstead. Freshly mowed lawns and colourful flower beds gave the place a tranquil air. The last time she’d seen Tom, more than six months ago now, he’d been wrapped from head to toe like a mummy. She was ashamed to say that she’d been shocked and frightened to see him like that. Her imagination played tricks, conjuring visions of blindness and disfigurement beneath the bandages. Bringing back memories of her father’s scarred face. She’d longed to get away. But now Tom was much better, even leaving the hospital to enjoy evenings at the local pub, according to his letters. He’d never once complained of her absence during his long convalescence. In fact, he rarely wrote about himself at all. He alw
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