Julia looked around as the door to the psychiatric unit opened. This place was not somewhere she’d ever want to be. There was nothing on the walls; the furniture was all plastic. Two windows at the back of the room let in some light, and a few people milled about in a couple of molded chairs that were bolted to the floor.
No one had any phones, and Janey had told Tessa when she’d come to visit that there was a television they could watch, but Julia couldn’t see it.
Janey appeared, and she wore a pair of flowing black pants, a plain white T-shirt, and one of her flowing caftans over that. No shoes, no shoelaces, no drawstrings in anything. Tessa had to remove them before they’d let her bring in the clothes. She’d brought a couple of books for Janey, but hardcovers weren’t allowed; only pa
