A dress with a floral design

  • Chris Ellis


She comes to see me at regular intervals, settles herself down in the chair and starts a painfully slow and extravagant history. The liturgy of her consultation is nearly unalterable. It begins with a routine offering of a set of complaints delivered with huge yearning eyes according to the normal rules of the game and I give the same answers and evasions each time. We discuss her pills and several of her conditions and I get lulled into the feeling that all is very well. We've covered all the possible ground in good time and I'll be able to catch up on the morning's work and even get to tea before all the cheese biscuits are gone. I arise to show her to the door and then she says it.