"Saturday was the seventeenth anniversary of her husband's death and she planned to visit his grave ... she had bought the flowers to force herself to make the journey that each year became more hazardous."
"Her dressing-gown across the chair to put on the instant she stepped from the bath, she undressed ... Slowly and painfully she climbed into the bath"
She soaped herself, washing away the dirt of the past fortnight... Then when her washing was completed she found herself looking for excuses not to try yet to climb out."
"She listened. She could only hear the drip-drip of the cold water tap of the wash-basin, and a corresponding whisper and gurgle of her heart, as if it were beating under water. All else was silent,"
She thought of the frost slowly hardening outside on the fences, roofs, windows and streets. She thought again of the terror of not being able to escape from the bath.
"She sat on the concrete edge of er parents' grave. She did not want to go home."