I answered her questions and let her read me my rights as an incarcerated loon, and signed the bottom of the form. Then she told me she was going to give me a tour of the ward. I'm not going to be here tomorrow. I slid off the bed and followed her into the hallway. Things were quiet, all the other doors were shut, but down the hall I saw a young woman sitting on the floor, knees to her chest, rocking back and forth against the wall.
Missy does that.
She showed me the communal bathrooms and showers. I don't think so , I thought. She showed me into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. A brown-yellow light shone on its sad contents. Food for the insane.