This morning when I arrived at the Birch Street Nursing Home, Mr. Smith was waiting for me on the front steps. I thought for sure he was going to give me bad news about Crystal, but instead he told me something had to be done about the crazy woman who confronted the doctors on their way into the girls' rooms last week. I was so relieved that Crystal was still alive, and I promised him I'd have a talk with Mrs. Patterson. When I told Mrs. Patterson that she'd have to stay downstairs while the doctors did their work, she muttered that they weren't really doctors, but did stay put and played poker with the rest of us until Crystal, Angel and Cinnamon left for the day.
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