Seraphina
The new desk blocked the door.
Seraphina stood in the corridor while two volunteers tried to turn it without scraping the wall. Yesterday's drawing had allowed room for the desk, the assessor and a seated patient. It had neglected the door swinging inward.
Maelis looked at the drawing, then at her.
"I measured the recess," Seraphina said.
"So I see."
They moved the desk a hand's width left. A patient with a walking stick passed through, stopped and told them the chair still occupied the place where she needed to turn.
They moved the chair too.
The patient tried the turn again while one volunteer held the door fully open. This time she passed the chair without bringing her stick against its leg.
"Better," she said, and went on.
Seraphina marked the change on the drawing. The volunteers waited until she had finished before asking whether the desk could stay there now.
