“I shall be with you in a moment Henrietta”. Dr Black-Boot’s walks past, forced smile; giving others around her the impression, she is hurrying. I am not convinced.
She enters a room to the right hand side of the waiting area, the small, claustrophobic duty room. I can hear murmurs of conversation, the rustling of paperwork, movement.
I wait, listening to the ‘toneful’ melancholy of Dylan through my headphones.