"Lee,I'm getting worried about you. Every place we've gone lately has been almostempty." Is that my fault?" In a way it is. What you want is what you ...get; have you gotten tired ofpeople already?" "Already? It seems like it's been a million years. Anyhow,they're not real people. Those phonies give me the creeps." "There's nothingphony about them, Lee. They're as real as you or I. Don't you appreciate howhard they're working to make you happy?" Appreciate? Appreciate what? -- They're zombies! You. "Do not fear, Mrs. Marlow. You may have heard of the horrors of the Bedlam madhouse, but you have nothing to fear of that sort here. We do not use branding irons to drive out demons. This is the Nineteenth Century. We do not believe in witches and demons. Patients such as yourself are not possessed. They are ill, and in many cases they can be cured."The doctors departed, and Matron followed with the candle and Anne's clothes, bolting the door, leaving Anne alone in her cell, which was furnished. "I didn't reply directly to that. Rather, I raised my right arm, and pretended to sniff my armpit."I think I'll keep using this deodorant," I cracked. Both girls giggled.But neither Evie nor Patti had time to stick around. "Bye, Dreamboat," Patti said with a wink. "See you tomorrow." Bye, Hot Stuff," I shot right back at her. "And nice meeting you, Evie." That last phrase sounded strange as hell to utter. But it was the correct thing to say at that point, wasn't it?In response to the term of. She pouted, but she reluctantly opened her mouth and swallowed them. I offered her the straw and she sucked greedily. I paced her a little by pinching the straw, not wanting her to go too quickly, but I let her drink her fill. She must have been parched. I realised her lips were dry, so I got a clean tissue, poured a little water on it, and moistened them for her. She gratefully smiled at me. It was the first time I’d seen her smile since the incident, and I was glad to have that back.“Is it.