CHAPTER 57

she came, loitering from the crowd through and into the snow where the therapist could watch , before arousing and finding out again that all shehad seen was merely,again, just another huge grand joke, so that she thought best , that the right action and move to make was to keep a diary. she had seen it in doctor H's eyes when she had accused her of being an accomplice to the diappearance (not death, oddly) of the very boy of her nightmares, adulf cain. she had seen it in phil's eyes, his sad introspection when they all gathered her in the bed of the huspital.

it felt so frightful that there wasnt anything known as a london bridge cult, or the existence of of one that still remained a surpport group.

the surpport group died years before. neither had she seen bucharest so durty before, or known what life Adulf cain lived with his parents, or knew that hammerstien was married once first to damaris---although all true, this was from damaris telling her, and not some wierd dream, that she