“I saw a man all dressed in black, even his face was covered. I don’t know how he could see. He was about the same height as your friend, Dorthy Izato.” she recalled.
	“You mean he was wearing a skin suit, like for Halloween?”
	“I don’t know what that is.” Odell replied.
	“How did you know it was a man?” Gertrude pushed.
	“He had on a man’s hat, man’s jacket, man’s pants and shoes, and black leather menswear gloves. All of it looked like it came from Ernie’s Formal, it was crisply ironed, and the same sort of style they sell there.” Odell looked over at Gertrude. “They’re never going to let me out of here are they?”
	Just as Gertrude was going to answer she noticed that Odell had already slipped away again.
	Mrs. Martin sat in the bed staring forward at the turned off television.