”“Did you keep your conclusion intact?”“That mental healthcare sucks? Yes, though I used proper language - inefficient, ineffective, indiffere...nt, and often incoherent. All of which is caused, at least in part, by the stigma of mental illness and the public perception that the mentally ill are somehow less human than the rest of us. But as we know, it’s only a matter of degree that changes quirky behavior into mental illness. We call people like that ‘eccentric’ until they cross some invisible. He had blond hair, sort of messy and bushy. He had a nice smile and wore boarder shorts as his legs were submerged in water. And I could makes out a bulge and see the spandex of his underwear above his boarder short’s end. That kind of thing turns me on. I had my boarder shorts on under my khaki shorts. And I had a surfing shirt and a tribal chain I got at an island stand on vacation one year around my neck. I decided to grab two beers from a cooler and join him. Usually I’d tend to pick up. I’m at the Condo.”“I thought it was closed up.”“Ms. B has a key.” Damn! Brenda Lamb Barnett was back in town? “She says you are to come directly to the Condo. If you send for police, she’ll take me off the roof with her. I’m sorry, Deb. I’m scared.” The line went abruptly dead. Cinnamon must be scared. Her voice sounded wooden. Or maybe she was trying to tell me something else. Was I going to have to face down Davy? Did she have other goons with her?I jogged the rest of the way to the office. He sat at his table sipping a glass of Chianti reminiscing how he and Sally would always try the new restaurants in town. It was one of their hobbies, like swimming nude on a summer's morning at their cabin on the Peninsula. Sally and Paul always liked to share pleasures. It polished the apple, and that somehow made it taste sweeter. There was the pleasure of giving and the duty to receive, and the way they compounded each other. Glenda was a lot like Sally in that way. It was a memory of the.