A Life in the Day of Rosemary Booker - The Woody Back to School ...
A Life in the Day of Rosemary Booker - The Woody Back to School ...
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A <strong>Life</strong> <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Day</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Rosemary</strong> <strong>Booker</strong><br />
practiced by most artistes and <strong>the</strong> effects are<br />
excruciat<strong>in</strong>g. Pa<strong>in</strong> ricocheted around my central<br />
nervous system like a p<strong>in</strong>ball. It is always as<strong>to</strong>nish<strong>in</strong>g<br />
that be<strong>in</strong>g whapped on <strong>the</strong> arse with a stick can<br />
cause <strong>the</strong> tips <strong>of</strong> your nose and ears <strong>to</strong> t<strong>in</strong>gle. I<br />
buried my face <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> duvet and concentrated on<br />
tak<strong>in</strong>g deep breaths.<br />
Momentarily I turned and looked across at<br />
Debs. Her arms were stretched out along <strong>the</strong> bed and<br />
she was rest<strong>in</strong>g her head on her ch<strong>in</strong> and star<strong>in</strong>g<br />
straight ahead <strong>of</strong> her. Her features were arranged <strong>in</strong><br />
a mask <strong>of</strong> grim determ<strong>in</strong>ation. I felt a wave <strong>of</strong><br />
sympathy for her and wished that I could reach over<br />
and hold her hand.<br />
At least my <strong>to</strong>rment was over and I could<br />
embark upon <strong>the</strong> long and pa<strong>in</strong>ful road <strong>to</strong> recovery.<br />
Deborah’s <strong>to</strong>rment was about <strong>to</strong> beg<strong>in</strong>.<br />
She had been bent over <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> her bed for<br />
several m<strong>in</strong>utes, watch<strong>in</strong>g and listen<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> me be<strong>in</strong>g<br />
caned. I know from experience how disquiet<strong>in</strong>g that<br />
can be. Doubtless her tummy was full <strong>of</strong> butterflies<br />
and her apprehension heightened by <strong>the</strong> seem<strong>in</strong>gly<br />
endless wait for it <strong>to</strong> become her turn <strong>to</strong> be dealt<br />
with.<br />
Beh<strong>in</strong>d her Claire was gett<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong><strong>to</strong> position and<br />
tapp<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> cane down <strong>to</strong> get her measure. Deborah<br />
pursed her lips and cont<strong>in</strong>ued <strong>to</strong> stare straight ahead.<br />
<strong>The</strong> cane whistled and <strong>the</strong>n landed with <strong>the</strong> familiar<br />
thwack. Deborah’s face barely fl<strong>in</strong>ched.<br />
I closed my eyes and preferred not <strong>to</strong> look. My<br />
bot<strong>to</strong>m was throbb<strong>in</strong>g like a police beacon. I listened<br />
<strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> methodical swishes and thwacks as my best