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Chapter 8
"Thatoutfit,"shesays,realizing,"wassupposedtobepickedup.Youwereissuedauniformofgreenconvalescentsthismorning."
Heshakeshisheadandsighs,butstilldon’tlookup."No.No,I’mafraidIwasn’t.Notathingthismorningbutthecapthat’sonmyheadand—"
"Williams,"shehollersdowntotheblackboywho’sstillatthewarddoorlikehemightmakearunforit."Williams,canyoucomehereamoment?"
Hecrawlstoherlikeadogtoawhipping.
"Williams,whydoesn’tthispatienthaveanissueofconvalescents?"
Theblackboyisrelieved.Hestraightensupandgrins,raisesthatgrayhandandpointsdowntheotherendofthehalltooneofthebigones."MistuhWashingtonoverthereis‘signedtothelaundrydutythismornin’.Notme.No."
"Mr.Washington!"Shenailshimwithhismoppoisedoverthebucket,freezeshimthere."Willyoucomehereamoment!"Themopslideswithoutasoundbackinthebucket,andwithslow,carefulmovementsheleansthehandleagainstthewall.HeturnsaroundandlooksdownatMcMurphyandtheleastblackboyandthenurse.Helooksthentohisleftandtohisright,likeshemightbeyellingatsomebodyelse.
"Comedownhere!"
Heputshishandsinhispocketsandstartsshufflingdownthehalltoher.Heneverwalksveryfast,andIcanseehowifhedon’tgetamoveonshemightfreezehimandshatterhimalltohellbyjustlooking;allthehateandfuryandfrustrationshewasplanningtouseonMcMurphyisbeamingoutdownthehallattheblackboy,andhecanfeelitblastagainsthimlikeablizzardwind,slowinghimmorethanever.
