Chapter 5
A month later I was feeling about the same. Ups and downs. Two months later I was feeling more better than worse. I’d had my last session with Dr. Clarkson, who gave me his card “just in case.” I was still on the meds. I needed them, and was otherwise too frightened to stop taking them in case the black dog returned. I filled my days with painting and preparing for the exhibition. I wrapped each painting in protective bubble wrap and then accompanied them, in the small delivery truck, to the Delaney Gallery.
Stella Austin was an attractive, raven-haired ex-Goth in her early fifties. Her hero was Siouxsie Sioux from Siouxsie and the Banshees and she wore her make up in a way that wasn’t a million miles away from the way the Goth queen wore hers—pitch black eyebrows, thick mascar
