Hester looked at the group of interested onlookers gathered around the window — all she could hear was self-inflicted and all she could think was — he agrees with Joseph? He thinks I invite these attacks? Oh Medusa, what am I going to do? She wanted to wail out loud, beat her head with willow branches, sink to the ground and refuse to move. She thought right at this moment she could happily shut herself in the hall cupboard and never come out. ‘Sorry about that,’ she said. Read on…
