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Chapter 9
HeknowsaswellasshedoesthatalltheAcutesarelisteningtoeverythingtheysay.
"Okay—Ineverthoughtaboutthat."
"Ithoughtyouhadn’t."
Hetugsatthatlittletuftofredshowingoutoftheneckofhisgreens,thensays."Well,hey;whatdoyousaytoustakingthecardgamesomeplaceelse?Someotherroom?Like,say,thatroomyoupeopleputthetablesinduringthatmeeting.There’snothingintherealltherestoftheday.Youcouldunlockthatroomandletthecard-playersgointhere,andleavetheoldmenoutherewiththeirradio—agooddealallaround."
Shesmilesandcloseshereyesagainandshakesherheadgently."Ofcourse,youmaytakethesuggestionupwiththerestofthestaffatsometime,butI’mafraideveryone’sfeelingswillcorrespondwithmine:wedonothaveadequatecoveragefortwodayrooms.Thereisn’tenoughpersonnel.AndIwishyouwouldn’tleanagainsttheglassthere,please;yourhandsareoilyandstainingthewindow.Thatmeansextraworkforsomeoftheothermen."
Hejerkshishandaway,andIseehestartstosaysomethingandthenstops,realizingshedidn’tleavehimanythingelsetosay,unlesshewantstostartcussingather.Hisfaceandneckarered.Hedrawsalongbreathandconcentratesonhiswillpower,thewayshedidthismorning,andtellsherthatheisverysorrytohavebotheredher,andgoesbacktothecardtable.
Everybodyonthewardcanfeelthatit’sstarted.