![]() ![]() ![]() It didn’t seem so important at the time.Įxcept my parents, sometimes they called me Izzy, although most of the time they called me old baby names, Pumpkin and Angel, Sweetheart, Lamb. Doctors and nurses, and there had been a policeman-why had there been a policeman in my room?-all calling me Isobel. Here, where everything was bright white, or cold metal, or pale plastic, where voices seemed to echo strangely, here they called me Isobel. I didn’t open my eyes, but now that the disturbing, frightening feeling that something was wrong was explained, I relaxed.Įxcept nobody here called me Izzy, I remembered that. Izzy, I said, finally figuring out what was wrong. Take it off, take it off, I sang, like a vamp song but I don’t think I actually did, and I know my laughter stayed locked inside my head. Isobel? I’m afraid we’re going to have to take it off. ![]()
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