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           Ifthat’sdecided—Iseemtohaveforgottenwhatwewereplanningtotalkaboutthismorning?"

           Thenurse’sheadgivesthatonelittlejerkagain,andshebendsoverherbasket,picksupafolio.Shefumbleswiththepapers,anditlookslikeherhandsareshaking.Shedrawsoutapaper,butoncemore,beforeshecanstartreadingoutof-it,McMurphyisstandingandholdinguphishandandshiftingfromfoottofoot,givingalong,thoughtful,"Saaaay,"andherfumblingstops,freezesasthoughthesoundofhisvoicefrozeherjustlikehervoicefrozethatblackboythismorning.Igetthatgiddyfeelinginsidemeagainwhenshefreezes.IwatchherclosewhileMcMurphytalks.

           "Saaaaay,Doctor,whatIbeendyin’toknowiswhatdidthisdreamIdreamttheothernightmean?Yousee,itwaslikeIwasme,inthedream,andthenagainkindoflikeIwasn’tme—likeIwassomebodyelsethatlookedlikeme—like—likemydaddy!Yeah,that’swhoitwas.ItwasmydaddybecausesometimeswhenIsawme—him—Isawtherewasthisironboltthroughthejawbonelikedaddyusedtohave—"

           "Yourfatherhasanironboltthroughhisjawbone?"

           "Well,notanymore,buthedidoncewhenIwasakid.Hewentaroundforabouttenmonthswiththisbigmetalboltgoinginhereandcomingouthere!God,hewasaregularFrankenstein.He’dbeenclippedonthejawwithapoleaxwhenhegotintosomekindahasslewiththispondmanattheloggingmill—Hey!Letmetellyouhowthatincidentcameabout...."