He was unshaven, and there was the trace of an empty smile.
He had on a sailor's hat with the brim pulled down childishly to shield his eyes, although there was no sun out.
I caught his glance for a moment—his eyes wide, inquiring—but I had to look away.
When the tractor started forward again, I could see in the rear view mirror that he was looking after me, curiously.
It upset me... because he reminded me of Charlie.
I was startled to find the head psychologist so young, a tall, lean man with a tired look on his face.
But his steady blue eyes suggested a strength behind the youthful expression.
He drove me around the grounds in his own car, and pointed out the recreation hall, hospital, school, administrative offices,
and the two-story brick buildings he called cottages where the patients lived.
"I didn't notice a fence around Warren," I said. "No, only a gate at the entrance and hedges to keep out curiosity seekers."
"But how do you keep... them... from wandering off... from leaving the grounds?"
He shrugged and smiled. "We can't, really. Some of them do wander off, but most of them return."
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