The Doctors recommended Jack stay in hospital a few more days. ‘Resistance is futile,’ Jack said, and to demonstrate his wellness, he hopped off the bed and goose stepped up and down the ward, a finger to his top lip; Hitler in baggy pyjamas, bouncing floppy bits and pieces, and in his Nuremburg rally accent, he repeated, “Resistance is futile”, several times. If it worried the Doctors, Mandy couldn’t see it, because they shared the merriment with the nurses and other patients; Jack’s audience.
Mandy was not convinced. She had tried to ask the Doctors, in an embarrassing roundabout way, if she could sleep with Jack, and the doctors conferred. “What do you think, is Jack up for a...?” and they made obscene hand gestures. Mandy had blushed like she was fourteen, and thought to herself, you
