“I can’t help you very much. I’m good at setting broken limbs and sewing fingers back on and such stuff. Not so much neurology.”
I had asked Florence about our problem – granny’s and my awful dreams – granny’s granddaughter is a junior doctor in the local hospital.”
“It’s not the usual Walter-Mitty-symdrome, it’s not daydreaming, it’s nightmares in the early dark hours of the night. Are they frightening? Or do they appear to be frightening when you recall them?”
“I dunno. All I know is that they are unsettling and make me unhappy. It’s the same for granny.”
“I’ve had a big thunk, perhaps you should visit the specialist at the hospital. Something tells me that it is not a medical problem, not for instance like an allergy to sweetcorn like my mother had, more an evil influence from outside. Where I get this idea from I don’t know.”
“Have you any enemies? Any malignant persons that you know, Johnnie?”
“No, none that I can think of.”
“Perhaps you have not met this person yet.”