George glanced at Karl, one thick eyebrow raised. Instead of answering right away, he got up and walked over to the fireplace. He took an unreasonably long time stirring and adjusting the coals. After a dramatic inspection of the waist-high pile of logs, he finally tossed two of them onto the fire. He spoke without turning.
"That's one thing about all us buzzards in maintenance and supply, one of the few good things. We don't get paid much, and the benefits ain't great. But we probably know more about what goes on around this place than all the Directors put together." He sat beside Karl again. "And I don't think there are any ’sters over here, no. Most of them are kept separate from patients, out in the older Columns."
Karl knew he was as out of line as Andy asking him about new admissi
