my best life 07.10.17.1204P

The dining area was a collection of tables and was used for
multiple purposes. It was a place to come for your daily
meals, but also a recreation area that had a large flat
screen TV on the wall, reading books, magazines and
board games. It also served as a classroom for group
sessions.
The food cart had arrived and the patients got in line to
receive their trays. Each tray was assigned to an
individual patient based on their dietary requirements.
My name was called, and I received my tray. Salisbury
steak, green beans, mashed potatoes with a pool of butter,
Jell-O cup and a small carton of milk. I felt like I was in
high school all over again.
While using my plastic fork to cut into the steak, there was
a sudden disturbance at the far end of the dining area.
A patient started yelling tossing his tray across the room.
He then walked over to the large screen TV, pulled it off
the wall and threw it against the metal mesh that
protected the windows.
Other patients stood up and began yelling at the top of
their voices wanting Angela Lansbury’s phone number.
Apparently, now since the TV was destroyed, they wanted
to call her and demand the identity of the killer on the
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