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helped him to know that she only
wanted to help him, and that caused a bit of a smile to grow on his
face, knowing that she was right and that maybe Grewsal wasn’t
going to be bad at all.
    He opened the car door more and stepped out,
feeling a breeze of warm air shooting toward his face and drying
the nervous beads of sweat from his shaky flesh. The green grass
that he stood upon made the skin and hair on his ankles itch,
causing him to reach past his shorts and itch vigorously at the
blades, as well as the skin of his ankle. He came closer to his
mother and then both walked together toward Grewsal, with Gabriel
keeping his eyes on the two gargoyles that stood on either side of
the entrance, like guards of a castle, parents to a child, witches
to an evil brew, that had an evil song that both yearned to
play.
    Once reaching the staircase, Gabriel stopped
in his tracks and gawked at the twenty stairs that stretched toward
the black brick building and automatically turned his puppy eyes
toward his mother. Once again she smiled, and they both proceeded
up the staircase, his mother slowing down and walking behind him,
like she was afraid he was going to run and she was guiding him.
She held onto his right shoulder as they both came to the big black
door and she reached for what seemed to be a spiked-filled
doorknob, but the spike design was not as sharp as it seemed. He
stopped her from turning the knob, giving her a look that seemed to
mean that he wanted to turn it, that it was his sickness and he
wanted to open the door to the institution that he hoped would heal
him. So she pulled away gently and he grasped hold of the spiked
knob, feeling a brief electric shock from its metal, and then
stared up over the door and gawked at another gargoyle which hung
over their heads. He then closed his eyes, turned the knob and
pushed at the door, opening it, yet keeping his eyes shut, like he
didn’t want to see the inside of Grewsal.
    As soon as the door was fully opened, he did
open his eyes, and saw nothing but beauty on the inside. White
walls and beautiful chandeliers that hung from the thirty-foot
ceiling could be seen. He opened his eyes wider as he realized
there were glass statues of saints standing against the walls like
decorations. He said, “This place looks like a fancy mansion or
church.”
    “I know, maybe this won’t be so bad,
honey.”
    His mother walked up to the front desk of the
building and Gabriel followed, still mesmerized by the sight of
such beauty, especially the flowers that hung everywhere from pots
made out of crystal. The front desk was decorated with white roses
and unusually large green plants with red flowers that stood
straight up in the air, like they were begging to be noticed,
fighting for the sunlight that came in through the circular window
on the ceiling. Gabriel felt a strange relief in his mind; it was
like he felt healed already from its beauty. He turned to face his
mother while a female nurse beyond the front desk came up to
them.
    The nurse was gorgeous, young, in her early
thirties, with long, blonde hair that she put up in a bun. She
asked the mother, “May I help you?”
    “Yes, hi, I’m here to see Doctor Callahan,”
the mother said as Gabriel stared at the nurse with a look of lust
in his eyes.
    The nurse smiled briefly at the mother, and
then changed her smile to a very imperceptible grin as her eyes
changed their gaze from the mother to Gabriel. It was a mysterious
grin, that of a hidden secret, and Gabriel caught that definition,
but still stood there, not letting the definition sink into his
mind deep enough to say something to his mother. The nurse then
turned to face the mother and started tapping her long nails
against the front desk. “Oh, the doctor won’t be in for another
hour: her plane is probably about to land.”
    The frustration grew inside the mother,
manifesting itself as rage, as she gave out a large sigh. “Wait a
second, I just spoke to her an hour