![]() ![]() He was referring to my hallucinations, I believe, although it may have been the fainting or even the accidents. "When you're yourself again, then we'll reconsider." Nichols moved some papers around on his desk. They probably gathered in this very office, sipped coffee, shook their heads and tut-tutted me. It made me nervous knowing there were others who had talked about me, perhaps whispering in the hallways, ducking around corners when they saw me coming. ![]() It wasn't clear whom he meant by "we," since he and I were the only ones in the office. ![]() "Of course, we don't want you to go permanently, Miss Starkey," Dr. The truth was that the hospital had asked me to leave. No explanation but the truth, and I certainly didn't want to tell that. And what could I say? I had no explanation. After all, Mattie had been begging me to come home for months. "March 27, 1919," I wrote on a fresh sheet. "Dear Mattie." The pen shook as I raised it, splattering ink. ![]() That's what I wrote in the top right corner of the page. "March 27, 1919." That's a good place to begin. I suppose people will say it was my fault, that if I'd not gone home that March in 1919, Mathilda, my only sister, would not be dead. ![]()
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