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           Sometimesit’saclutchofgrade-schoolteachersbeingledonatourbythatfoolPublicRelationmanwho’salwaysclappinghiswethandstogetherandsayinghowoverjoyedheisthatmentalhospitalshaveeliminatedalltheold-fashionedcruelty."Whatacheeryatmosphere,don’tyouagree?"He’llbustlearoundtheschoolteachers,whoarebunchedtogetherforsafety,clappinghishandstogether."Oh,whenIthinkbackontheolddays,onthefilth,thebadfood,even,yes,brutality,oh,Irealize,ladies,thatwehavecomealongwayinourcampaign!"Whoevercomesinthedoorisusuallysomebodydisappointing,butthere’salwaysachanceotherwise,andwhenakeyhitsthelockalltheheadscomeuplikethere’sstringsonthem.

           Thismorningthelockworksrattlestrange;it’snotaregularvisitoratthedoor.AnEscortMan’svoicecallsdown,edgyandimpatient,"Admission,comesignforhim,"andtheblackboysgo.

           Admission.EverybodystopsplayingcardsandMonopoly,turnstowardtheday-roomdoor.MostdaysI’dbeoutsweepingthehallandseewhothey’resigningin,butthismorning,likeIexplaintoyou,theBigNurseputathousandpoundsdownmeandIcan’tbudgeoutofthechair.MostdaysI’mthefirstonetoseetheAdmission,watchhimcreepinthedoorandslidealongthewallandstandscaredtilltheblackboyscomesignforhimandtakehimintotheshowerroom,wheretheystriphimandleavehimshiveringwiththedooropenwhiletheyallthreerungrinningupanddownthehallslookingfortheVaseline."WeneedthatVaseline,"they’lltelltheBigNurse,"forthethermometer."Shelooksfromonetotheother:"I’msureyoudo,"andhandsthemajarholdsatleastagallon,"butmindyouboysdon’tgroupupinthere."