ance to spell it out told me everyted to kno  .

    As for Aurelius, te. As soon as I ter. Not satisfied, I attempted anoty reed versions t I despaired at myself, I selected one at random and made a neat copy:

    Dear Aurelius,Are you all right?

    I’m so sorry about o  anyone. I  I?

    hen can I see you?

    Are ill friends?

    MargaretIt would o do.

    Dr. Clifton came. ened to my  and asked me lots of questions. “Insomnia? Irregular sleep? Nightmares?”

    I nodded times.

    ‘I t so.“

    ook a ter and instructed me to place it under my tongue, trode to to me,  do you read?”

    iter in my mout reply.

    “uts—you’ve read t?”

    ‘Mm-hmm.“

    ‘And Jane Eyre?“

    ‘Mm.“

    “Sense and Sensibility?”

    ‘hm-m.“

    urned and looked gravely at me. “And I suppose you’ve read than once?”

    I nodded and he frowned.

    ‘Read and reread? Many times?“

    Once more I nodded, and his frown deepened.

    ‘Since childhood?“

    I  compelled by ty of his gaze, nodded once again.

    Beneato slits. I could quite see  frigients into getting  to be rid of him.

    And to me to read ter.

    People look different from close up. A dark broill a dark bro you can see t,  ferayed off in tion of emple, pointed to t  almost imperceptible flaring of trils, t tc taken it for severity, a clue t  little of me; but no from so feo me t it mig be disapproval after all. as it possible, I t, t Dr. Clifton ly laug me?