That was coming, she knew.

She had to submit to it.

But she would never entreat it or make friends with it.

Blind, with her face shut hard and blind, she was pushed towards the door.

The days passed, the weeks, the months.
Sometimes, in the sunny afternoons, she seemed almost happy.
"I try to think of the nice times--when we went to Mablethorpe, and Robin Hood's Bay, and Shanklin," she said.