"Okay, let's try this," he interjects when I don't respond. "What do you hate about this fucking place?" The use of his curse words grabs my attention, shocking me. Obviously this was the desired effect, a tactic to break down my barriers. "What do I hate about this place?" I repeat slowly, now wondering if this is a fucking hallucination. "Everything." "The people? The staff? The building?" I laugh. "The goddamn fucking flowers."
