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           ThethingsI’vehadtocleanupinthesemeetingsnobody’dbelieve;horriblethings,poisonsmanufacturedrightoutofskinporesandacidsintheairstrongenoughtomeltaman.I’veseenit.

           Ibeeninsomemeetingswherethetablelegsstrainedandcontortedandthechairsknottedandthewallsgrittedagainstoneanothertillyoucouldofwrungsweatouttheroom.Ibeeninmeetingswheretheykepttalkingaboutapatientsolongthatthepatientmaterializedintheflesh,nudeonthecoffeetableinfrontofthem,vulnerabletoanyfiendishnotiontheytook;they’dhavehimsmearedaroundinanawfulmessbeforetheywerefinished.

           That’swhytheyhavemeatthestaffmeetings,becausetheycanbesuchamessyaffairandsomebodyhastocleanup,andsincethestaffroomisopenonlyduringthemeetingsit’sgottobesomebodytheythinkwon’tbeabletospreadthewordwhat’sgoingon.That’sme.Ibeenatitsolong,sponginganddustingandmoppingthisstaffroomandtheoldwoodenoneattheotherplace,thatthestaffusuallydon’tevennoticeme;Imovearoundinmychores,andtheyseerightthroughmelikeIwasn’tthere—theonlythingthey’dmissifIdidn’tshowupwouldbethespongeandthewaterbucketfloatingaround.

           ButthistimewhenItapatthedoorandtheBigNurselooksthroughthepeepholeshelooksdeadatme,andshetakeslongerthanordinaryunlockingthatdoortoletmein.Herfacehascomebackintoshape,strongasever,itseemstome.