Michael the orderly was seated on a bench, nodding his head, drawing information from Todd, a patient in the long-term care facility.
“I think Marty Vreeland’s in love with Valerie,” Todd said. “He’s crazy hungry, like before. You can’t knock a guy for that. I can’t.”
Michael nodded. “Everybody has to love somebody around here or go nuts. Valerie’s his anchor.”
Todd thought Michael sounded like a professor, often dispensing good advice in the facility. “There’s a new edge to this,” he said. “They want to play around. French or what, I don’t know, but it has to be handled by someone who’s thoughtful.”
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