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           Shespotsme,butbythistimesomeoftheotherpatientsareoutofthedormandwonderingaboutthelittleclutchofushereinthehall.Shecloseshereyesandconcentrates.Shecan’thavethemseeherfacelikethis,whiteandwarpedwithfury.Sheusesallthepowerofcontrolthat’sinher.Graduallythelipsgathertogetheragainunderthelittlewhitenose,runtogether,likethered-hotwirehadgothotenoughtomelt,shimmerasecond,thenclicksolidasthemoltenmetalsets,growingcoldandstrangelydull.Herlipspart,andhertonguecomesbetweenthem,achunkofslag.Hereyesopenagain,andtheyhavethatstrangedullandcoldandflatlookthelipshave,butshegoesintohergood-morningroutineliketherewasnothingdifferentabouther,figuringthepatients’llbetoosleepytonotice.

           "Goodmorning,Mr.Sefelt,areyourteethanybetter?Goodmorning,Mr.Fredrickson,didyouandMr.Sefelthaveagoodnightlastnight?Youbedrightnexttoeachother,don’tyou?Incidentally,it’sbeenbroughttomyattentionthatyoutwohavemadesomearrangementwithyourmedication—youarelettingBrucehaveyourmedication,aren’tyou,Mr.Sefelt?We’lldiscussthatlater.Goodmorning,Billy;Isawyourmotheronthewayin,andshetoldmetobesuretotellyoushethoughtofyouallthetimeandknewyouwouldn’tdisappointher.Goodmorning,Mr.Harding—why,look,yourfingertipsareredandraw.Haveyoubeenchewingyourfingernailsagain?"

           Beforetheycouldanswer,eveniftherewassomeanswertomake,sheturnstoMcMurphystillstandingthereinhisshorts.Hardinglooksattheshortsandwhistles.

           "Andyou,Mr.McMurphy,"shesays,smiling,sweetassugar,"ifyouarefinishedshowingoffyourmanlyphysiqueandyourgaudyunderpants,Ithinkyouhadbettergobackinthedormandputonyourgreens."