benches glittered in the warm, afternoon sunlight "It's very nice out here," I reluctantly admitted
 
 to Lyle.
 
 "They've got to keep it nice. Everyone here
 
 comes from a wealthy family. They want to be sure
 
 the money continues to flow into the institution. You
 
 should see this place when they schedule one of their fetes for the families of patients. Every inch is spickand-span, not a weed, not a speck of dust, and not a
 
 face without a smile," he said, smirking.
 
 "You sound very critical of them, Lyle, yet you
 
 want to stay. Why don't you think about trying life on
 
 the outside again? You're much brighter than most
 
 boys I've met," I said. He blanched but looked away. "I'm not ready yet," he replied. "But I can tell
 
 just from the short time I've been with you that you
 
 definitely don't belong here."
 
 "I've got another session scheduled with Dr.
 
 Cheryl. He's going to find a way to keep me. I just
 
 know it," I moaned. "Daphne gives this place too
 
 much money for him not to do what she wants." I
 
 embraced myself and looked down as we walked
 
 along. Around us and even behind us, the attendants
 
 watched.
 
 "You go ask to go to the bathroom," Lyle
 
 suddenly said. "It's right off the rear entrance. They
 
 won't bother you. To the left of the rest room is a
 
 short stairway which goes down to the basement. The
 
 second door on the right is the laundry room. They've
 
 already done their laundry work for today. They do it
 
 in the morning. So there won't be anyone there." "Are you sure?"
 
 "I told you, I've been here ten years. I know
 
 which clocks run slow and which run fast, what door
 
 hinges squeak, and where there are windows without