Well I’m here, Kathy Hunter thought, glancing around from her vantage point beneath a tall tree on one of the green slopes overlooking Canterbury.

She had arrived at the hospital the day before to begin the six- month psychiatric training that would complete the cycle of her professional education, and these were the last few moments she had to herself before it would be time to walk down the hill to her first class. She could not decide whether she was frightened or merely over-anxious. A small girl, she believed that she looked stocky, and had developed the habit of sitting with her feet tucked up underneath her skirts. She sat that...

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