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Rama hated reward day. For her good behaviour, she was ‘rewarded’ with a burger, fries and sauce.
She knew she didn’t belong in the mental health facility; it had been an unfortunate incident at the grocers that had led to this.
But reward day sucked.
The burger was more cholesterol than nutritious, the fries soggy beyond recognition and she was sympathetic to the sauce as she was sure that at some stage in the manufacturing process it had seen a tomato even if it was doubtful one actually made it into it.
Nurse Leo delivered the meal and as always was over-enthusiastic as he presented it to her and as always laid out tastefully on a wooden serving tray. Rama preferred the stew of a Tuesday night; at least it contained a modicum of nutrition.
Tonight the meal was its usual insipid self, inedible, tasteless and the effect on her stomach was not something she looked forward to.
But she knew it was best to grin and bear it, eat something as it kept them off her back as she was learning to play the game.