Grace
Slowly and then all at once, Elizabeth pulls out of her low and finds a more even keel. She starts eating again, and she spends a lot of time in the common room, and soon I’m granted privileges as well. We spend a lot of time there together. Like the cafeteria, it’s entirely overwhelming at first. The easiest way to put it would be that it’s sort of like being in a playroom with loads of children of varying ages and levels of ability and maturity. If it’s meant to be a certain kind of freedom, it sure doesn’t feel that way. At least not at first.
It takes some easing into, some getting used to being corralled, to being shut in a room with people not of your own choosing. The near-incessant shouting, the kind of sound you’d hear in a classroom full of unruly children, doesn’t help.
