moments.
âI donât really care what you think, Doctor . I donât have any kind of dependency on alcohol. And to prove it, when I get out of here Iâm going to give up drinking. Now, get off my bed. There are plenty of other people in this shit-hole that really do need a shrink. Iâm not one of them.â
âYou look dreadful,â Eleanor Newbury commented as she leaned across the bed to kiss Juliaâs cheek.
âThanks, Mom, that makes me feel a lot better,â Julia responded sharply, resisting the urge to tell her that the two-piecesuit she was wearing was more suitable for a wedding than a hospital.
Her mother looked well for her sixty-five years. She was fortunate enough to have an excess of both money and time to invest in her appearance. She would never admit to the two facelifts that kept her looking young.
âIâm just telling you the truth.â Eleanor pursed her lips and sat down with a long-suffering sigh, resting her large handbag on the tip of her knees.
âPsychiatric hospitals donât usually come with beauty parlours, Mom.â
âThereâs no need to be sarcastic! How can you expect to get your life back together if you donât make an effort with your appearance?â Indignation was written all over Eleanorâs perfectly made-up face.
âIâve had a nervous breakdown, Mom.â Julia started to cry. âI think itâs pretty normal not to care about my appearance right now.â
Eleanor moved uncomfortably in her seat. âYour psychiatrist says you may be an alcoholic.â
âDonât tell me he has been on at you as well!â
âIâm only telling you what he said. I told him that you didnât drink when you lived at home.â
âI donât want you talking to him. Heâs the one that needs a shrink. Heâs so off the mark with me that itâs alarming.â
âHe said that denial is common in alcoholics.â
âMom, drop it, okay? Just drop it.â
Eleanor obediently changed the subject. âHave you heard anything from Josh?â
âNo ⦠how would he know where to find me? Only you and Dad know that Iâm here ⦠Anyway, heâs probably left thecountry by now.â Julia leaned over to get some tissues and blew her nose loudly to annoy Eleanor.
âYou got married too young â¦â Eleanor sniffed, patting her styled hair in fear that a strand had strayed out of place as a result of the unpleasant conversation.
âFor God sakes, Mom. We had ten great years together â I canât help it if he woke up one morning with a premature midlife crisis!â
âPeople donât just change overnight â I always knew he was unreliable.â
âAnd how exactly did you know that?â Julia asked with gritted teeth.
âBecause I did,â Eleanor stated with conviction.
Joshâs integrity was the one thing Julia had always been sure of. Now it was open to question, just like everything about their life together.
âAnd you shouldnât have let yourself get into a position like that,â Eleanor continued tactlessly. âYou sacrificed everything for him ⦠you had a good degree and you never used it.â
Julia couldnât argue with her on that point. Her career had been making Josh happy, making his home life as undemanding and well organised as possible so he could succeed at work.
âWhen Iâm well again Iâm going to look for a better job ⦠something that has potential,â she promised, her voice subdued.
Finally, Eleanor was approving. âYes, darling. And hopefully youâll meet another man. Because itâs no good to be alone.â
Chapter 3
When Claire went into work the following Monday, she apologised profusely to everyone for her disappearing act on Friday night. To make it up, and to prove to them that she was okay, she had a longer chat than usual