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There'd been five or six pictures now of the old lady when she must have been about Sammie's own age, and Sammie couldn't understand why they were in the album at all. In each one the girl's face was turned towards the camera, and she looked so frightened. Her eyes were wide and her mouth parted as though she'd just drawn a breath, and there was no explanation for any of them - no writing underneath saying where they'd been taken or when, and Sammie wondered why would anyone want to keep those? Why keep a picture of a girl looking so frightened?
She flicked a few pages forward, and dotted through the album were more of the same. Only now they were pictures with nurses in and shared rooms like little wards. In each one the girl was the only person looking at the camera, and her face was so frightened. Sammie turned a whole load of pages, and there were more still - even when the girl was much older, even as an old lady in the Home. There she'd be, sitting in a lounge with other old people, balloons pinned up like it was someone's birthday, long tables with people sitting at them in Christmas paper hats. And her face was the only one in the whole room turned towards the camera - pale and gaunt and frightened.