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"
If
we
don
’
t
hear
about
them
,
or
from
them
,
we
assume
they
’
ve
made
some
satisfactory
adjustment
on
the
outside
.
You
’
ve
got
to
understand
,
Mr
.
Gordon
,
this
isn
’
t
a
prison
.
We
are
required
by
the
state
to
make
all
reasonable
efforts
to
get
our
patients
back
,
but
we
’
re
not
equipped
to
closely
su
pervise
four
thousand
people
at
all
times
.
The
ones
who
manage
to
leave
are
all
high
-
moron
types
—
not
that
we
’
re
getting
many
of
those
any
more
.
Now
we
get
more
of
the
brain
-
damaged
cases
who
require
constant
custodial
care
—
but
the
high
-
morons
can
move
around
more
freely
,
and
after
a
week
or
so
on
the
outside
most
of
them
come
back
when
they
find
there
’
s
nothing
for
them
out
there
.
The
world
doesn
’
t
want
them
and
they
soon
know
it
.
"
We
got
out
of
the
car
and
walked
over
to
one
of
the
cottages
.
Inside
,
the
walls
were
white
tile
,
and
the
building
had
a
disinfectant
smell
to
it
.
The
first
-
floor
lobby
opened
up
to
a
recreation
room
filled
with
some
seventy
-
five
boys
sitting
around
waiting
for
the
lunch
bell
to
be
sounded
.
"
What
caught
my
eye
immediately
was
one
of
the
bigger
boys
on
a
chair
in
the
corner
,
cradling
one
of
the
other
boys
—
fourteen
or
fifteen
years
old
—
cuddling
him
in
his
arms
.
They
all
turned
to
look
as
we
entered
,
and
some
of
the
bolder
ones
came
over
and
stared
at
me
.
"
Don
’
t
mind
them
,
"
he
said
,
seeing
my
expression
.
"
They
won
’
t
hurt
you
.
"
The
woman
in
charge
of
the
floor
,
a
large
-
boned
,
handsome
woman
,
with
rolled
up
shirt
sleeves
and
a
denim
apron
over
her
starched
white
skirt
,
came
up
to
us
.
At
her
belt
was
a
ring
of
keys
that
jangled
as
she
moved
,
and
only
when
she
turned
did
I
see
that
the
left
side
of
her
face
was
covered
by
a
large
,
wine
-
colored
birthmark
.
"
Didn
’
t
expect
any
company
today
,
Ray
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
usually
bring
your
visitors
on
Thursdays
.
"
"
This
is
Mr
.
Gordon
,
Thelma
,
from
Beekman
Univer
sity
.
He
just
wants
to
look
around
and
get
an
idea
of
the
work
we
’
re
doing
here
.
I
knew
it
wouldn
’
t
make
any
differ
ence
with
you
,
Thelma
.
Any
day
is
all
right
with
you
.
"
Yeah
,
"
she
laughed
strongly
,
"
but
Wednesday
we
turn
the
mattresses
.
It
smells
a
lot
better
here
on
Thursday
.
"
I
noticed
that
she
kept
to
my
left
so
that
the
blotch
on
her
face
was
hidden
.
She
took
me
through
the
dormitory
,
the
laundry
,
the
supply
rooms
,
and
the
dining
hall
—
now
set
and
waiting
for
the
food
to
be
delivered
from
the
cen
tral
commissary
.
She
smiled
as
she
talked
,
and
her
expres
sion
and
the
hair
piled
in
a
bun
high
on
her
head
made
her
look
like
a
Lautrec
dancer
but
she
never
looked
straight
at
me
.
I
wondered
what
it
would
be
like
living
here
with
her
to
watch
over
me
.
"
They
’
re
pretty
good
here
in
this
building
,
"
she
said
.
"
But
you
know
what
it
is
.
Three
hundred
boys
—
seventy
-
five
on
a
floor
—
and
only
five
of
us
to
look
after
them
.
It
’
s
not
easy
to
keep
them
under
control
.
But
it
’
s
a
lot
better
than
the
untidy
cottages
.
The
staff
there
doesn
’
t
last
very
long
.
"
With
babies
you
don
’
t
mind
so
much
,
but
when
they
get
to
be
adults
and
still
can
’
t
care
for
themselves
,
it
can
be
a
nasty
mess
.
"
