A Madness So Discreet - Mindy McGinnis Page 0,2

to the days when sweet Alice’s angelic face was what she saw across the table, not Cracked Pat’s bleeding scalp.

“Fresh bruises on that one.” Mrs. Clay jerked her chin toward the door where a patient not much older than Grace was making her unsure way to the table. “Must be the new girl that was screaming about the spiders.”

Grace nodded but didn’t turn her head to look.

Mrs. Clay reached out and touched her chin, pulling Grace’s blue gaze to her own. “Have a care, girl. Show me you’ll take an interest in something around you, bleak as it all may be. You can keep your words inside if you want, but I see your eyes looking far off and your arms crossed over your belly. They’ll take it from you when it’s born and after that I won’t see you again even if I should get out of this place. I don’t think my kind is welcome at your home address.”

Grace’s eyebrows drew together.

“It’s your hands that give you away,” Mrs. Clay said, taking one of Grace’s in her own. “All smooth and lily-white, never done a lick of work in your life. I’ve got the calluses of twenty years at the plow, and every penny earned from it right into the husband’s pocket once he shucked me in here.”

Grace pulled her hand back to rest on her stomach, and Mrs. Clay’s mouth tightened. “You’re not the first young woman of your class I’ve seen in here, heavy around the waist. However that child was got on you, your family will want you back once it’s gone. You storing everything up on your insides won’t do you no favors once you’re past these walls. Find something outside to bring you back to the world, or you may end up here for good.”

Grace’s eyes returned to the window, where a light morning rain began to seep through the layers of grime, allowing splashes of color from the outside world into the gray interior. Mrs. Clay sighed heavily and rested a hand on her shoulder.

Kind as they were, Mrs. Clay’s words were lost on Grace. She knew the baby would be born, and with its exit would come her reentry into the world she’d known. They would sew her back into her red velvet dress she’d arrived in. Her father’s black lacquered carriage would gather her after hours, the rolling wheels taking her back home to her own room, her own bed. Her own terrors.

She had already decided she was never leaving.

THREE

“Water treatment for you today?” Mrs. Clay asked, as they strolled arm in arm through the halls, stepping over inert bodies.

“For you today? For you today?” Cracked Pat kept pace alongside them, echoing Mrs. Clay’s words. Grace nodded as Cracked Pat reached up and plucked at Grace’s blond hair, which Mrs. Clay had neatly tucked into a bun using her pin.

“There’s the little lady,” Croomes’s voice bellowed down the stony hall, as she waddled toward them. “Keeping time with the farmer’s wife, a fine pair of friends they are. I’m sure the two of you are plotting rather a nice picnic. Perhaps you’ll go for an afternoon ride on your matching ponies afterward? In the meantime it’s my clock you’re on, and it says you’re next for your treatment.” Croomes made a mock bow.

“I’ll remind you that I am not a farmer’s wife,” Mrs. Clay said, her voice cold.

“That a fact?” Croomes asked.

“It is,” Mrs. Clay said. “My husband divorced me soon after shuttling me in here. One word from him and the signature of a judge and I’m insane. My lands became his, the judge’s sister his wife, my children now hers.”

“Sad story you got there,” Croomes said.

“I am not a farmer’s wife. If you call me that again, they’ll have good reason to put me in solitary and you’ll be missing an eye.”

Croomes watched Mrs. Clay for a moment, her jaw grinding her teeth together. “I’ve got a fine list of things I’d like to call you. How about I try some of those?”

“I am not a farmer’s wife,” Mrs. Clay repeated.

“All right then, get an idea stuck in there much, do you?” Croomes said. She gave Grace a push on the backside to move her along, but Grace noticed that she never turned her back on Mrs. Clay. Another small smile played on the edge of Grace’s lips and she squelched it quickly. It was the little battles that got them through their days. All in preparation for

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