Roxy’s left hand was sitting calmly on the table; her right hand was pulling on and playing with her ear piercing.
“Okay, so how does this work?” She was impatient. “I told this two times already and every time the people smiled and nodded and later I was told by somebody else that I’d have to stay here. I want out of here. I need to get out of here!”
I smiled, nodded and told Roxy that our interview was the last step before she was allowed to leave; we just needed to make sure that she would not be a danger to herself or anybody else. Roxy didn’t seem convinced.
“Fine,” she finally said. “They are real, I’ve seen them. And if that’s too much of a leap of faith for your kind tell me straight away that you want to keep me locked up.” Continue reading