I am standing in a long queue to see a miracle healer. C. is further back. There are a lot of people here. I am allowed to go forward with the first few, C. catches up with us and it is her turn. She is afraid of the treatment because it is public and everyone can watch her. She disappears briefly into a room with the healer, then comes back. We talk. The other people complain that it is taking so long. I wonder how the healer intends to treat all these people. It will take a very long time. When it is my turn, she asks me if I have done anything like this before. I say, ‘Yes.’ She calls on an imaginary man as a partner to help her. I close my eyes, sit crookedly and keep slumping down.