wasn’t too bad. She stood waiting outside the door on the first floor. It had panels of rough surfaced glass covered by a curtain on the inside, and a narrow, extra door on one side, which could be opened in order to carry large articles of furniture in or out. We crept along the corridor and into her room. It was fitted out with a couple of chairs in a flowered material, a pouffe and a small bedside table. – Have you given the trousers to Rachel? She whispered, as I sat down on one of the chairs. I shook my head. I could see Lisa spying on us on the other side of the door. Her mother appeared, gave me an icy look, and closed the door. – Are you sure I’m welcome here? – We are engaged. They have to get used to it. – I suppose so. There was an embarrassing silence. Kathleen became nervous. – Did you know I have a certificate to testify that I’m normal? She asked. – No, you haven’t mentioned that. – Mum thought there was something wrong with me because I always rubbed myself against the pillow and wet the bed. It happened in my sleep, a couple of years ago. She thought I needed to have my head examined. – OK? – An IQ test because you wet the bed? I’m not even sure it was pee. It didn’t smell of anything. – Could it have been pussy? – Pussy? 158
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