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Chapter 8
"Youcan’trunaroundhere—inatowel!"
"No?"Helooksdownatthepartofthetowelshe’seyetoeyewith,andit’swetandskintight."Towelsagainstwardpolicytoo?Well,Iguessthere’snothin’todoexec—"
"Stop!don’tyoudare.Yougetbackinthatdormandgetyourclothesonthisinstant!"
Shesoundslikeateacherbawlingoutastudent,soMcMurphyhangshisheadlikeastudentandsaysinavoicesoundslikehe’sabouttocry,"Ican’tdothat,ma’am.I’mafraidsomethiefinthenightboostedmyclotheswhilstIslept.Isleepawfulsoundonthemattressesyouhavehere.""Somebodyboosted...?"
"Pinched.Jobbed.Swiped.Stole,"hesayshappily."Youknow,man,likesomebodyboostedmythreads."Sayingthistickleshimsohegoesintoalittlebarefooteddancebeforeher.
"Stoleyourclothes?"
"Thatlookslikethewholeofit."
"But—prisonclothes?Why?"
Hestopsjiggingaroundandhangshisheadagain."AllIknowisthattheyweretherewhenIwenttobedandgonewhenIgotup.Goneslickasawhistle.Oh,Idoknowtheywerenothingbutprisonclothes,coarseandfadedanduncouth,ma’am,wellIknowit—andprisonclothesmaynotseemlikemuchtothoseashasmore.Buttoanudeman—"
