Resident at Westbeth since 1970
In the Laundry Room
One evening, around ten o’clock, I was doing my laundry, and another woman,
also doing her laundry, said to me,
“I’m so glad you’re here.”
I asked her, “Why?”
She said, “I am afraid to be here so late alone.”
I asked her, “Why?”
She said that one night a man attacked her.
“What did he want? Sex or money?”
She answered, “The folding table.”
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