They tell her that she will be going to a psychiatric hospital. She isn’t surprised. She nods once, adjusts her glasses, pretends that it doesn’t sting like betrayal. “This is how we will pay for it,” she explains. The next day she liquidates her investment portfolio. It is enough to stay in Oz for four years.
The car ride is silent. Her parents sit in the front seat and she sits next to her suitcases in the back. She’s packed mostly books. She is the only one who cries when they leave her with the orderly at the front gate.