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Lisa
68 days since leaving Grace
Lisa’s only excuse was that Mother should have been asleep, with her earplugs and eye mask. Not lying in wait, ready to spring yet another appointment on her.
She should have been asleep, dreaming of whatever Mother dreamed about. (And here Lisa drew a blank: what images invaded Mother’s mind while unconscious? It was hard to imagine Mother letting the polished veneer she preferred to reality slip, even in sleep. Surely Mother didn’t dream of snakes that became faces, or beds that became sucking space vacuums with teeth.)
She shivered, and Mother looked over.
“The air conditioning in these places,” Mother said. “Almost as bad as the music.”
These places, like Mother had seen a lot of shrinks’ waiting rooms? Maybe she just meant with Lisa, in the l
