Route 75, Florida (Golden Man Chronicles). Freedom plus loneliness, it’s worth it. Emerald vegetation and marshes like open wounds. Murders and missing dogs, memories of home. Well, the orphanage; bedwetting and communal baths. Bedwetters had to wear different colour panties to everyone else. Nurse Sadist will see you now. Why is she telling him all this? Odder still, he seems to understand. Echoes of humiliation and death rake her as they whip along the flatlands under the brilliant blue sky and waving swamp palms. The fear of water that never left her. Let’s get a drink, he says, pulling off the highway. The mind reader.