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.