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He
felt
bad
,
leaving
without
being
able
to
say
good
-
by
to
Judy
and
Gary
,
but
the
officer
slapped
the
handcuffs
on
him
,
needlessly
tight
,
and
hustled
him
downstairs
into
the
police
van
.
A
second
officer
shoved
a
container
of
hot
coffee
into
his
hand
and
slammed
the
door
.
As
the
van
turned
the
comer
,
some
of
the
hot
coffee
spilled
onto
his
new
suit
,
and
he
threw
the
cup
down
behind
the
seat
.
He
felt
lousy
,
and
the
feeling
was
getting
worse
and
worse
.
He
had
no
idea
what
the
Athens
Mental
Health
Center
would
be
like
.
It
might
be
a
prison
for
all
he
knew
.
He
had
to
remember
that
the
torment
was
far
from
over
,
that
a
lot
of
people
still
wanted
to
put
him
behind
bars
.
He
knew
the
Adult
Parole
Authority
had
notified
Gary
that
because
of
the
guns
,
he
was
in
violation
of
his
parole
and
probation
,
and
as
soon
as
he
was
cured
they
would
send
him
back
to
prison
.
Not
Lebanon
,
he
imagined
.
Because
of
his
violent
behavior
,
probably
a
hell
called
Lucasville
.
Where
was
Arthur
?
And
Ragen
?
Would
they
ever
join
the
fusion
?
They
drove
along
snow
-
covered
Route
33
,
passing
through
Lancaster
,
where
he
’
s
been
raised
,
gone
to
school
and
tried
to
kill
himself
.
It
was
too
much
to
bear
.
He
was
very
tired
and
he
had
to
let
go
.
He
closed
his
eyes
and
let
it
all
slip
away
.
.
.
Seconds
later
,
Danny
looked
around
and
wondered
where
he
was
being
taken
.
He
was
cold
and
lonely
,
and
afraid
.
It
was
nearly
dark
when
they
reached
Athens
and
turned
off
the
highway
.
The
mental
hospital
was
a
complex
of
Victorian
buildings
on
a
snowy
hill
overlooking
the
campus
of
Ohio
University
.
When
they
crossed
the
wide
avenue
and
turned
up
the
narrow
,
curving
road
,
Danny
began
to
tremble
.
The
two
officers
led
him
out
of
the
van
and
up
the
steps
to
the
ancient
red
brick
building
with
its
thin
white
pillars
.
They
ushered
nim
directly
through
the
old
entrance
corridor
into
the
elevator
and
up
to
the
tnird
floor
.
As
the
elevator
door
opened
,
the
policeman
said
,
"
You
got
pretty
damned
lucky
,
mister
.
"
Danny
started
to
hang
back
,
but
the
officer
pushed
him
through
a
heavy
metal
door
marked
admissions
and
intensive
TREATMENT
.
Instead
of
a
prison
or
hospital
,
the
ward
resembled
a
long
lobby
of
a
small
residential
hotel
,
with
carpeting
,
chandeliers
,
drapes
and
leather
chairs
.
Both
walls
were
lined
with
doors
.
The
nurses
’
station
looked
like
a
reception
desk
.
"
Jesus
Christ
,
"
said
the
officer
.
"
A
regular
resort
.
"
