‘I have a favourite quotation, though I don’t know where it came from,’ Janet says. ‘It goes like this: “the measure of our greatness is in how we stand up after we fall”.’ Janet reaches towards Nora and places a finger under her chin and lifts it gently. ‘Nora, you have to stand up – to get out of this on your own. You have to make the decision. No one can make it for you.’ And now Nora’s eyes lift to meet Janet’s. She mumbles something in a very low voice, then looks away. ‘I can’t hear you, Nora. What did you say?’ Nora looks back, with a tinge of defiance. ‘I said, I want to sing.’
