“You mean they'll never be cured?”
For some reason, Lawrence thought I'd made a joke and gave me a playful shove that sent me reeling half way down the corridor.
“Cured? That's a good one. How can you cure somebody when you only see a doctor maybe once every two weeks, if that? The only therapy they get here is the pharmaceutical form, if you get me. But you didn't hear that from me, okay? If it gets in the paper, I could get fired. Forget I said it. I gotta watch my mouth sometimes. I'm only a few years from qualifying for a pension and then I can do what I really want.”
“What's that?”
“Nuts.”
“Nuts?”
“Yup. I'm going to grow nuts. I figured I've been surrounded by 'em for so long I'll kind of miss 'em when I leave here. But the climate here in Brigsby is perfect for certain varietie
