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           McMurphysaidhehadn’tthoughtofthis,butmentionedthatitdidseemashamethatthosewhowishedtoreadcouldn’tgetoffbythemselveswhereitwasquietandleavetheradioforthosewhowishedtolisten.IagreedwithhimthatitdidseemashameandwasreadytodropthematterwhenIhappenedtothinkoftheoldtubroomwherewestorethetablesduringthewardmeeting.Wedon’tusetheroomatallotherwise;there’snolongeraneedforthehydrotherapyitwasdesignedfor,nowthatwehavethenewdrugs.Sohowwouldthegroupliketohavethatroomasasortofseconddayroom,agameroom,shallwesay?"

           Thegroupisn’tsaying.Theyknowwhoseplayitisnext.ShefoldsHarding’sfoliobackupandputsitonherlapandcrossesherhandsoverit,lookingaroundtheroomjustlikesomebodymightdarehavesomethingtosay.Whenit’sclearnobody’sgoingtotalktillshedoes,herheadturnsagaintothedoctor."Itsoundslikeafineplan,DoctorSpivey,andIappreciateMr.McMurphy’sinterestintheotherpatients,butI’mterriblyafraidwedon’thavethepersonneltocoveraseconddayroom."

           Andissocertainthatthisshouldbetheendofitshestartstoopenthefolioagain.Butthedoctorhasthoughtthisthroughmorethanshefigured.

           "Ithoughtofthattoo,MissRatched.