The teen was dressed as Sally was and was much quieter than she had been previously. While she was thinking these things, and adjusting her position, the light dimmed. XXX The nurse wiped her face and spoke gently to her. The waiting room was another bare room which had a stainless-steel toilet behind a low wall. Was there now a digital record which would stay on some computer for all time and be seen by anyone who cared to log in? The walk along the corridor was difficult; her body did not want to go. She was aware of saliva running down her chin as her hair straggled over her eyes and all she could see was the floor. The next month was almost unbearable as Sally could not keep from thinking of the sword hanging over her head.
