Two Lives

19

She packs her things, empty of emotion. How many women have come and gone in thirty-one years? Some of them have died, others been moved because they had to be. The food has been indifferent for thirty-one years, often worse than that. In winter they have felt cold from time to time, due to economies.

‘You’ll be all right,’ Miss Foye reassures. ‘You’ll be OK outside.’

‘I thought I’d die here.’

‘Oh, now, now.’

Miss Foye smiles it all away. It occurs to her that this one has been longer in the house than any of the others. She might say so in a sentimental way, but decides against it. A thought like that can be upsetting.