“Other patients?” I said. “What other patients?” “Other young people,” Cat Poop told me. “You’ll meet some of them tomorrow.” “Why?” I asked. “Are we having a sing-along?” “If you want to,” he said. “But usually the patients just sit in a circle and look at each other until someone decides to talk.” “I don’t have anything to talk about,” I informed him. “Then you have forty-three days of staring to look forward to,”
