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           Youknowit.Geesethisyear.Andlastyear.Andtheyearbeforeandtheyearbefore."

           Themenlookedatoneanotherandclearedtheirthroats."Yes.Maybetrue,ChiefBromden.Now.Forgetgeese.Payattentiontocontract.Whatweoffercouldgreatlybenefityou—yourpeople—changethelivesoftheredman."

           Papasaid,"...andtheyearbeforeandtheyearbeforeandtheyearbefore..."

           Bythetimeitdawnedonthegovernmentmenthattheywerebeingpokedfunat,allthecouncilwho’dbeensittingontheporchofourshack,puttingpipesinthepocketsoftheirredandblackplaidwoolshirtsandtakingthembackoutagain,grinningatoneanotherandatPapa—theyhadallbusteduplaughingfittokill.UncleR&JWolfwasrollingontheground,gaspingwithlaughterandsaying,"Youknowit,whiteman."

           Itsuredidgettheirgoat;theyturnedwithoutsayingawordandwalkedofftowardthehighway,red-necked,uslaughingbehindthem.Iforgetsometimeswhatlaughtercando.

           TheBigNurse’skeyhitsthelock,andtheblackboyisuptohersoonasshe’sinthedoor,shiftingfromfoottofootlikeakidaskingtopee.I’mcloseenoughIhearMcMurphy’snamecomeintohisconversationacoupleoftimes,soIknowhe’stellingheraboutMcMurphybrushinghisteeth,completelyforgettingtotellherabouttheoldVegetablewhodiedduringthenight.Wavinghisarmsandtryingtotellherwhatthatfoolredhead’sbeenuptoalready,soearlyinthemorning—disruptingthings,goin’contrarytowardpolicy,can’tshedosomething?