K-Pax (27 page)
Bu
t
o
n
thei
r
weddin
g
da
y
sh
e
ra
n
of
f
wit
h
a
n
ol
d
boyfriend
,
recentl
y
release
d
fro
m
th
e
stat
e
prison,
leavin
g
Whack
y
literall
y
standin
g
a
t
th
e
alta
r
(an
d
burstin
g
a
t
th
e
seams)
.
Whe
n
h
e
receive
d
th
e
new
s
that
hi
s
fiance
e
ha
d
jilte
d
him
,
h
e
too
k
dow
n
hi
s
pant
s
an
d
bega
n
t
o
masturbat
e
righ
t
ther
e
i
n
th
e
church
,
and
h
e
ha
s
bee
n
a
t
i
t
eve
r
since.
Prostitutio
n
therap
y
wa
s
completel
y
ineffectiv
e
i
n
Whacky'
s
case
.
However
,
dru
g
treatment
s
have
prove
n
marginall
y
successful
,
an
d
h
e
ca
n
usuall
y
com
e
t
o
th
e
tabl
e
an
d
ge
t
bac
k
t
o
hi
s
roo
m
without
causin
g
a
disturbance.
Whe
n
h
e
i
s
no
t
caugh
t
u
p
i
n
hi
s
compulsion
,
Whack
y
i
s
a
ver
y
pleasan
t
guy
.
No
w
i
n
hi
s
mid-forties,
h
e
i
s
stil
l
youthfull
y
handsome
,
wit
h
closel
y
croppe
d
brow
n
hair
,
a
stron
g
clef
t
chin
,
an
d
a
terrible
melanchol
y
tha
t
show
s
i
n
hi
s
sa
d
blu
e
eyes
.
H
e
enjoy
s
watchin
g
televise
d
sportin
g
event
s
an
d
talk
s
about
th
e
basebal
l
o
r
footbal
l
standing
s
wheneve
r
I
se
e
him
.
O
n
thi
s
particula
r
occasion
,
however
,
h
e
di
d
not discus
s
th
e
Mets
,
hi
s
favorit
e
team
.
Instead
,
h
e
brough
t
u
p
th
e
subjec
t
o
f
prot.
Whack
y
ha
d
neve
r
see
n
m
y
ne
w
patien
t
a
s
fa
r
a
s
I
knew
,
sinc
e
inhabitant
s
o
f
War
d
Thre
e
ar
e
not
permitte
d
t
o
visi
t
th
e
othe
r
floors
.
Bu
t
someho
w
h
e
ha
d
hear
d
abou
t
a
visito
r
i
n
War
d
Tw
o
wh
o
had
com
e
fro
m
a
farawa
y
plac
e
wher
e
lif
e
wa
s
ver
y
differen
t
fro
m
ours
,
an
d
h
e
wante
d
t
o
mee
t
him
.
I
trie
d
to discourag
e
th
e
ide
a
b
y
downplayin
g
prot'
s
imaginar
y
travels
,
bu
t
hi
s
patheti
c
baby-blu
e
eye
s
wer
e
so
insisten
t
tha
t
I
tol
d
hi
m
I
woul
d
giv
e
th
e
matte
r
som
e
thought
.
"Bu
t
wh
y
d
o
yo
u
wan
t
t
o
mee
t
him?
"
I
inquired.
"Why
,
t
o
se
e
i
f
h
e
wil
l
tak
e
m
e
bac
k
wit
h
him
,
o
f
course!"
Th
e
sudde
n
silenc
e
wa
s
eerie-th
e
plac
e
i
s
usuall
y
on
e
o
f
nois
y
confusio
n
an
d
flyin
g
food
.
I
glanced
around
.
N
o
on
e
wa
s
wailin
g
o
r
gigglin
g
o
r
spitting
.
Everyon
e
wa
s
watchin
g
u
s
an
d
listening
.
I
mumbled somethin
g
abou
t
"seein
g
wha
t
I
coul
d
do.
"
B
y
th
e
tim
e
I
go
t
u
p
t
o
leave
,
th
e
whol
e
o
f
War
d
Thre
e
had
mad
e
i
t
clea
r
tha
t
the
y
wante
d
a
chanc
e
t
o
tak
e
thei
r
case
s
t
o
m
y
"alien
"
patient
,
an
d
i
t
too
k
m
e
nearly
hal
f
a
n
hou
r
t
o
cal
m
everyon
e
dow
n
an
d
mak
e
m
y
exit.
TALKIN
G
wit
h
Whack
y
alway
s
remind
s
m
e
o
f
th
e
awesom
e
powe
r
tha
t
se
x
ha
s
ove
r
al
l
o
f
us
,
as Freu
d
perceive
d
i
n
a
momen
t
o
f
tremendou
s
inspiratio
n
a
centur
y
ago
.
Indeed
,
mos
t
o
f
u
s
hav
e
sexual
problem
s
a
t
som
e
tim
e
in
,
i
f
no
t
throughout
,
ou
r
lives.
I
t
wasn'
t
unti
l
m
y
wif
e
an
d
I
ha
d
bee
n
marrie
d
fo
r
severa
l
year
s
tha
t
i
t
suddenl
y
occurre
d
t
o
m
e
what
m
y
fathe
r
ha
d
bee
n
doin
g
o
n
th
e
nigh
t
h
e
died
.
Th
e
realizatio
n
wa
s
s
o
intens
e
tha
t
I
leape
d
ou
t
o
f
be
d
and
stare
d
a
t
mysel
f
i
n
th
e
closet-doo
r
mirror
.
Wha
t
I
sa
w
wa
s
m
y
fathe
r
lookin
g
bac
k
a
t
me
:
sam
e
tired
eyes
,
sam
e
grayin
g
temples
,
sam
e
knobb
y
knees
.
I
t
wa
s
the
n
tha
t
I
understoo
d
wit
h
crysta
l
clarit
y
tha
t
I wa
s
a
morta
l
huma
n
being.
