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"What will you do when you get out?" "Oh, I'm not leaving," Valerie laughed. "I like it here." "Moving day!" "Why should I be moving?" The nurse went on blithely opening and shutting my drawers, emptying the closet and folding my belongings into the black overnight case. I thought they must at last be moving me to Wymark. "Oh, you're only moving to the front of the house," the nurse said cheerfully. "You'll like it. There's lots more sun." When we came out into the hall, I saw that Miss Norris was moving too. A nurse, young and cheerful as my own, stood in the doorway of Miss Norris's room, helping Miss Norris into a purple coat with a scrawny squirrel-fur collar. Hour after hour I had been keeping watch by Miss Norris's bedside, refusing the diversion of OT and walks and badminton matches and even the weekly movies, which I enjoyed, and which Miss Norris never went to, simply to brood over the pale, speechless circlet of her lips. I thought how exciting it would be if she opened her mouth and spoke, and I rushed out into the hall and announced this to the nurses. They would praise me for encouraging Miss Norris, and I would probably be allowed shopping privileges and movie privileges downtown, and my escape would be assured. But in all my hours of vigil Miss Norris hadn't said a word. "Where are you moving to?" I asked her now. The nurse touched Miss Norris's elbow, and Miss Norris jerked into motion like a doll on wheels. "She's going to Wymark," my nurse told me in a low voice. "I'm afraid Miss Norris isn't moving up like you." I watched Miss Norris lift one foot, and then the other, over the invisible stile that barred the front doorsill. "I've a surprise for you," the nurse said as she installed me in a sunny room in the front wing overlooking the green golf links. "Somebody you know's just come today." "Somebody I know?" The nurse laughed. "Don't look at me like that. It's not a policeman." Then, as I didn't say anything, she added, "She says she's an old friend of yours. She lives next door. Why don't you pay her a visit?" I thought the nurse must be joking, and that if I knocked on the door next to mine I would hear no answer, but go in and find Miss Norris, buttoned into her purple, squirrel-collared coat and lying on the bed, her mouth blooming out of the quiet vase of her body like the bud of a rose. Still, I went out and knocked on the neighboring door. "Come in!" called a gay voice. I opened the door a crack and peered into the room. The big, horsey girl in jodhpurs sitting by the window glanced up with a broad smile. "Esther!" She sounded out of breath, as if she had been running a long, long distance and only just come to a halt. "How nice to see you. They told me you were here." "Joan?" I said tentatively, then "Joan!" in confusion and disbelief.
Joan beamed, revealing her large, gleaming, unmistakable teeth. "It's really me. I thought you'd be surprised." Sixteen Joan's room, with its closet and bureau and table and chair and white blanket with the big blue C on it, was a mirror image of my own. It occurred to me that Joan, hearing where I was, had engaged a room at the asylum on pretense, simply as a joke. That would explain why she had told the nurse I was her friend. I had never known Joan, except at a cool distance. "How did you get here?" I curled up on Joan's bed. "I read about you," Joan said. "What?" "I read about you, and I ran away," "How do you mean?" I said evenly. "Well," Joan leaned back in the chintz-flowered asylum armchair, "I had a summer job working for the chapter head of some fraternity, like the Masons, you know, but not the Masons, and I felt terrible. I had these bunions, I could hardly walk -- in the last days I had to wear rubber boots to work, instead of shoes, and you can imagine what that did to my morale. . ." I thought either Joan must be crazy -- wearing rubber boots to work -- or she must be trying to see how crazy I was, believing all that. Besides, only old people ever got bunions. I decided to pretend I thought she was crazy, and that I was only humoring her along. "I always feel lousy without shoes," I said with an ambiguous smile. "Did your feet hurt much?" "Terribly. And my boss -- he'd just separated from his wife, he couldn't come right out and get a divorce, because that wouldn't go with this fraternal order -- my boss kept buzzing me in every other minute, and each time I moved my feet hurt like the devil, but the second I'd sit down at my desk again, buzz went the buzzer, and he'd have something else he wanted to get off his chest. . ." "Why didn't you quit?" "Oh, I did quit, more or less. I stayed off work on sick leave. I didn't go out. I didn't see anyone. I stowed the telephone in a drawer and never answered it... "Then my doctor sent me to a psychiatrist at this big hospital I had an appointment for twelve o'clock, and I was in an awful state. Finally, at half past twelve, the receptionist came out and told me the doctor had gone to lunch. She asked me if I wanted to wait, and I said yes." "Did he come back?" The story sounded rather involved for Joan to have made up out of whole cloth, but I led her on, to see what would come of it. "Oh yes. I was going to kill myself, mind you. I said 'If this doctor doesn't do the trick, that's the end.' Well, the receptionist led me down a long hall, and just as we got to
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over and over until Lenny dug into
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"Leggo, you bitch!" Lenny stooped,
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umping knock-a sharp tap-tap, and a
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of frosted daisies around the edge,
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ook, the very sight of those dense,
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much I couldn't help it. Four I DON
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in Teaneck, New Jersey. The movie w
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The next thing I had a view of was
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"The Thirty Best Short Stories of t
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all the New York stations and I beg
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home from college, and then at a di
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And sure enough, there was a sort o
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properly at the other. Buddy and I
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"All right." Buddy got dressed agai
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Buddy lived and feeling so superior
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I saw myself sitting in the crotch
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soon as she gave in, they would los
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And I knew that in spite of all the
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The color scheme of the whole sanat
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