‘Well, if I break a nail and I have the broken piece they put it back on. But if I don’t they use someone else’s nail from the nail bank.’ ‘The nail bank?’ I repeated again. ‘Yes,’ she said and began to explain further, but I must confess that I was no longer listening, for I was far too intent on my own imaginings. I left the table in a daze and remember little of the hours that followed, since my mind was reeling with vivid nail bank visions.
