Marly was laughing at Ellen’s story. “It’s true. The inmates really are running the asylum. That’s unbelievable.” “But absolutely true,” Ellen said. “Which is why now when I deal with the jerkoffs at my studio, I remember that at any given time, they may have had a visit to the booby hatch, and then everything they do makes sense to me.” Rose nodded knowingly. “Can’t you see the board of directors, looking over the résumés of all the people who applied for the job of studio boss, and finally one of them says, ‘Eureka! This guy’s perfect. He’ll understand the way we think! He’s been locked up for being a paranoid schizophrenic.’” “Jan’s coming out of recovery,” they heard Andy call to them. They turned to see him standing at the end of the hall gesturing for them to come with him. Ellen put her shoes on, and they all hurried to follow Andy along the long hospital corridor. Just as they stopped at the double door to the recovery room, it opened, and two hospital orderlies wheeled out a gurney, which moved forward with a clanging bump over the metal sill and into the corridor.
