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           Sheglaresattheblackboytillhestopsfidgeting,thenlooksupthehalltowhereMcMurphy’ssingingisboomingoutofthelatrinedoorlouderthanever."‘Oh,yourparentsdon’tlikeme,theysayI’mtoopo-o-or;theysayI’mnotworthytoenteryourdoor.’"

           Herfaceispuzzledatfirst;liketherestofus,it’sbeensolongsinceshe’sheardsingingittakesherasecondtorecognizewhatitis.

           "‘Hardlivin’smypleasure,mymoney’smyo-o-own,an’themthatdon’tlikeme,theycanleavemealone.’"

           Shelistensaminutemoretomakesuresheisn’thearingthings;thenshegoestopuffingup.Hernostrilsflareopen,andeverybreathshedrawsshegetsbigger,asbigandtough-looking’sIseenhergetoverapatientsinceTaberwashere.Sheworksthehingesinherelbowsandfingers.Ihearasmallsqueak.Shestartsmoving,andIgetbackagainstthewall,andwhensherumblespastshe’salreadybigasatruck,trailingthatwickerbagbehindinherexhaustlikeasemibehindaJimmyDiesel.Herlipsareparted,andhersmile’sgoingoutbeforeherlikearadiatorgrill.Icansmellthehotoilandmagnetosparkwhenshegoespast,andeverystephitsthefloorsheblowsupasizebigger,blowingandpuffing,rolldownanythinginherpath!I’mscaredtothinkwhatshe’lldo.

           Then,justasshe’srollingalongatherbiggestandmeanest,McMurphystepsoutofthelatrinedoorrightinfrontofher,holdingthattowelaroundhiships—stopsherdead!Sheshrinkstoabouthead-hightowherethattowelcovershim,andhe’sgrinningdownonher.Herowngrinisgivingway,saggingattheedges.

           "Goodmorning,MissRat-shed!How’sthingsontheoutside?"