The Exam, Part Three
The study lasted—well, they later told her it was six weeks. She’d lost count by day four.
She returned to the doctor’s office each morning, and since Daddy had to leave early for work, most days she got belted into the back seat in her slippers and nightie and sleepy fuzzy hair. She always got put in a gown (and usually taken out of it) as soon as she arrived anyway. And it didn’t matter if she’d just had a bath or not; they always stripped her down and scrubbed her clean before they started.
Oh. My god.
Just read this walking home from a party.
Words can’t even…