Somewhere near you—next door, in a room down the hall—there may well be a "gooner".
You might not know what that is, and I’m trying to figure out how to tell you without making me too squeamish to write this or you too squeamish to read it.
But we’ve waved away too many things because they seemed too strange to discuss—until it was too late. We might want to unsee all this, but it’s time to see it clearly.
