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           ThenIseetwo,maybeallthreeoftheminthere,inthatshowerroomwiththeAdmission,runningthatthermometeraroundinthegreasetillit’scoatedthesizeofyourfinger,crooning,"Tha’sright,mothah,that’sright,"andthenshutthedoorandturnalltheshowersuptowhereyoucan’thearanythingbutthevicioushissofwateronthegreentile.I’mouttheremostdays,andIseeitlikethat.

           ButthismorningIhavetositinthechairandonlylistentothembringhimin.Still,eventhoughIcan’tseehim,Iknowhe’snoordinaryAdmission.Idon’thearhimslidescaredalongthewall,andwhentheytellhimabouttheshowerhedon’tjustsubmitwithaweaklittleyes,hetellsthemrightbackinaloud,brassyvoicethathe’salreadyplentydamnclean,thankyou.

           "Theyshoweredmethismorningatthecourthouseandlastnightatthejail.AndIswearIbelievethey’dofwashedmyearsformeonthetaxirideoveriftheycouldafoundthevacilities.Hooboy,seemslikeeverytimetheyshipmesomeplaceIgottagetscrubbeddownbefore,after,andduringtheoperation.I’mgettin’sothesoundofwatermakesmestartgatheringupmybelongings.Andgetbackawayfrommewiththatthermometer,Sam,andgivemeaminutetolookmynewhomeover;IneverbeeninaInstituteofPsychologybefore."

           Thepatientslookatoneanother’spuzzledfaces,thenbacktothedoor,wherehisvoiceisstillcomingin.Talkinglouder’nyou’dthinkheneededtoiftheblackboyswereanywherenearhim.Hesoundslikehe’swayabovethem,talkingdown,likehe’ssailingfiftyyardsoverhead,holleringatthosebelowontheground.Hesoundsbig.