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The dice rolled across the table, coming to a shuddering halt on the number two. I smiled. Number two it was.
Mary Duncan was nervous. She didn’t like London but if she wanted to see her daughter, then to London she must come. Sylvia’s condition was currently stable; the medication was finally helping her state of mind. Even so, she would never be able to leave the home. Mary sighed. How could Sylvia ever be allowed to come home, Mary would never be able to cope with her. At the age of seventy one she was too weak to deal with Sylvia’s violent outbursts whenever she ‘forgot’ to take her pills. No, Sylvia was better cared for where she was, Mary just wished that there was a suitable centre nearer home.
The Tube was packed and although she had managed to get a seat, the smell of the man who was practically sitting on her knees in the crowded carriage was making her stomach churn. She could feel her face getting very hot. She should have taken a taxi but the queue at Kings Cross had been ridiculously long. She should have waited. Why didn’t she wait?
Finally the train shuddered to a halt at Oxford Circus and Mary was almost carried out of the door in the crush to exit. She hated being so close to people, to feel them brushing against her; she was beginning to feel unclean. The escalator gave her a chance to put herself back into some sort of order, to pat her hair down and smooth out the creases in her skirt. At the top she followed the signs for the Central Line, warily watching the faces that passed her by. If only Tom had been with her. Trips to see Sylvia had been so much easier when he had been there to guide her. An unbidden tear was quickly wiped away as Mary took a deep breath and put her best foot forward. Those days were now memories and even though she was fearful travelling alone, she owed it to Sylvia to keep up the monthly visit. The thought that there would soon come a time when she was unable to visit her daughter was kept firmly locked away in the back of her mind. It was just too painful to face.
copyright Milly Reynolds 2019