15
The scent of things to come
Thessaloniki, June 1983
Leonora was deeply engaged in an interview with a new psychiatric admission, a rather complex case, an on-and-off drug addict also with probable neurological disease, MS possibly, and a history of maternal abandonment in early childhood. Maria knocked on her door and popped her head in. ‘Sorry to interrupt you,’ she said, ‘but Eleni is on the phone.’
‘Tell her that I will call her right back’, Leonora replied absentmindedly.
‘She says it is urgent. Shall I ask her what it is?’
Leonora got up and walked to the adjacent office, as she did not want the new patient to overhear her conversation, apologising to him for the interruption at the same time.
‘What’s up?’ she said rather impatiently into the receiver. ‘What is it that you c
