“How are you today?”Standing. Fidgets with her feeding tube.Stares at nothing.“Um.”Another eternity. Another “um.”Finally: “I don’t need to be here.”But her chart tells another story.Court-ordered lorazepam. ECT.Nightmares inflicted.A success, I hear later.Does she resent her jailors?Does she remembertheir superhuman patience?Her 50-minute showers?