Those words were like a blow to the temple. I felt as if I might lose my balance and looked at him in wide-eyed surprise. A sanatorium! Did he mean the State Lunatic Hospital at Danvers, that grand old building perched like a vulture upon a hill? Would they place Ginny in a straitjacket? Would they make her take one thousand pills and tinctures and remedies? I pictured him dragging Ginny by the hair up to an attic where she’d be locked away.
