Groaning, frustrated, Mal blinked several times. He moved to her and bent down before her. Placing her clean clothes on the floor next to her, he fought weeping, as well as laughing.
“It’s me, Mary. Mal.”
“Hi Mal. Are you going to f**k me? It costs a quarter.”
Swallowing his grief, Mal shook his head back and forth as he bent to his knees and touched her beautiful face.
“No darling…No…Come on, let’s clean you up.”
“Okay Mal.” She giggled.
Mal pushed his arms under her frail frame, lifted her and moved back to the shower, where he set her down on one of his teak benches.
Swinging back and forth through her various mental illnesses, she now was a happy and trusting girl.
Knowing that any moment she could mood switch into a frothing, violent lunatic, Mal quickly turned on the shower,
