Chapter One: Trapped
No matter how hard, how diligently they cleaned, nothing ever covers that institute smell.
“Nice, one, Mr. Spencer. Too bad the potted palm got in your way. Now if you’re done giving my patient another heart attack, he’s late for therapy.”
“Client. We’re clients, Mable. However, if you care to play doctor and nurse, well, my room or—”
“Mr. Spencer, just take your wink and wiggle and get Mr. Frydale to therapy.”
“I’m at your command. Come along Oscar, time to spread the sass.”
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