The phone box was a two-minute walk down the street from the house. The inside of it was grotty, smelled of pee, which was just badness, Jean thought...
Sitting in the chair, which was squashed in beside my bed, the auxiliary nurse mopped under my big feet. I tried to make myself as small as possible...
My senses sharpened as if on the pointed end of a stick, slowly being turned, and hardened in the flames of a fire. Some part of me observed my body...