Mother didn’t return. I expected a doctor,

even a nurse, to come and discuss her

condition, but nobody appeared. So

William and I wandered through more

double doors, into a small ornamental

garden surrounded by high electric

fences. A large long haired woman in a

nightie was casting her arms into the air,

screaming at the shrubbery. There were

no medical personnel anywhere. The

patients were wild, neglected, sky-high

on their medication. It was blatantly clear.

You couldn’t get better in this place.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist

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