Muddling he looks like a child. I know he comes from the creation of an environment --- a gathering of gangs, drug addicts, as well as full of violence and low residential areas. He spoke with on the streets of gas swelling of the liver, his conduct of peace is not the same as ordinary people. He always rickety walk like a defeated boxer's, and his facial expression as hard and rigid bank in the basement of the iron gate. It seems to me that he looks too thick, he seems to always be careful to control his temper of the heart, so that they can adapt to the rehabilitation hospital's team of highly specialized work. Our hospital patients, most of them come here to spend their life in the final time. They come here because of disability or serious illness or mentally confused, or bodily functions that had been failure, loss of the ability of any activity. Many of them have lost their clear thinking, an incurable disease and disability and make them almost nothing to do with the outside world. Although this seems to be very cruel, but for them, but completely irrelevant. Mary B is one of them. Nurses call her "Queen B", as she is a ward of Queen Mary 4 of the Western one. Her 94-year-old, too fragile just like a drift of the web. Her husband and her sisters have to go, if she has children, for a long time they did not have possession of her. As long as she was awake, she always kept dancing the moment, little quiet time. Mary B's mind has always been the idea of a spiral: Some people took away her handbag. She kept looking all night long all day, unless she is in bed or a wheelchair. She will go through the hospital's Lin Yin Road, into the male ward area into the laundry room or kitchen, and Motoumeinao looking for, and never give up. When the others to interfere in her care, she asked her wheelchair to the hall, she would always stay that people coming and going. "I can lend a comb?" She's passed every one said, "I lost the comb, which in my red bag. I lost the money. Where's my purse? " Every day, she repeated the same thing, asked whether the B Mary finally turned into the yard of the noise is like --- trolley loaded with hot Pandie through the lobby, or the hum of air conditioning to issue, for example, Machine talk, issued by the electrostatic noise. We all know that she did not purse. However, although we are particularly busy, or occasionally someone will stop and listen with interest and goodwill of her nagging. Of course, most people will be a few words to comfort her: "Well, Mary, if I Xianzhao your briefcase, I will give you back." Most of us are just doing lip service --- with the exception of only one person. I never think that Kenny will be patient B to stop and listen to Mary talk about again and again, but it is strange that he could always with Mary B said what. He should do what? I am very worried, I watched. My first guess is that he is a steal some narcotic drugs and the like so here. I think I ran into a trouble will rise to its own people. Mary B every day when he stopped to ask purses, and Kenny have agreed to help her find, I also raised suspicions deepened. I infer that Kenny may be some sort of plan should also Mary B, in which up. I think he may be trying to steal the drug possession to the Queen Mary around, and then he slipped again to associates of the drug from the hospital to steal away. I have no doubt that speculation, so I stepped up on the drug distribution sector security work. One afternoon, before dinner, I saw Kenny went to the hall, holding a plastic grocery bag, it seems the Gugunangnang. This is the bag, I told myself, I stood up from behind the desk, quietly with out. I stared at him from behind, but I also feel the need for more evidence, so I parked in a laundry room next to the car, the laundry basket piled high above the car. These laundry basket just blocked my body, but I can still clearly see the big step toward Kenny Hall, Mary B towards the wheelchair away in the past. He went there, suddenly turned around in all directions. I avoid his line of sight to see him nervously watching the entire hall. He obviously does not want people to see what he wants. He picked up a plastic bag. My heart is raised up, motionless watching him ... ... until he took out a red bag lady. Mary B's thin suddenly raised his hand, in the face before made a gesture of surprise and pleasure, and then like a hungry child would like to seize the bread did not wait to reach out to. Mary B firmly grasp the red bag, holding it in her hands, looked carefully, and then put it close to her chest, with as a child to gently shake it. Kenny turned quickly again to look around. No one around to identify him, bent his body, opened the bag, reached into, and then from his bag to Mary B's come up with a red comb, mounted a small coin purse, there are kids playing with a toy glasses . Mary B's face down on the happy tears. I think she was happy but because of the tears. Also tears flow in my face. Kenny gently patted the shoulder of Mary B, a plastic bag to roll into a ball next to the trash, and then he left the hall to continue to do his work. I go back to my table, sit down and think before Kenny of the doubt in the hearts full of guilt. And from work, I usually stand on assistant nurses to work through the door. Kenny with his T-shirt and radio, crowhop through the hall. "Hey, Kenny," I said, "right? Do you like this work?" Kenny surprised to see me, then shrugged. "It's been my best work." He said a murmur. "Nurses are a good career," I stressed that the idea of a sudden my mind to come out, "Well, you wanted to go to college in the past, a formal degree nurses?" Kenny could not believe. "Are you kidding? I can not get such a chance. Nurse unless the course is free, otherwise I can not get this opportunity." I know this is true. Kenny put down his radio, put on a jacket. "For me to go to college, is a miracle," he said, "My dad in San Quentin prison, and my mother in cocaine." I firmly bite the teeth to prevent their own tears fell, still smiling. "Federation of miracle happened," I told him, "If I can think of your tuition subsidy, you are willing to go to college?" Kenny could not believe I watched. At this moment he is no longer as the bully of a son, and I look forward to his reply. "Of course!" That's what he said, but that is enough. "Good Night, Kenny," when he took door handles, I said to him, "I believe there are things which will certainly be able to do."

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