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           Ithappenedatoneofthegroupmeetings.Hegotmadattheguysforactingtoocagey—toochicken-shit,hecalledit.He’dbeentakingbetsfromallofthemontheWorldSeriescomingupFriday.He’dhaditinmindthattheywouldgettowatchthegamesonTV,eventhoughtheydidn’tcomeonduringregulationTVtime.Duringthemeetingafewdaysbeforeheasksifitwouldn’tbeokayiftheydidthecleaningworkatnight,duringTVtime,andwatchedthegamesduringtheafternoon.Thenursetellshimno,whichisaboutwhatheexpected.Shetellshimhowtheschedulehasbeensetupforadelicatelybalancedreasonthatwouldbethrownintoturmoilbytheswitchofroutines.

           Thisdoesn’tsurprisehim,comingfromthenurse;whatdoessurprisehimishowtheAcutesactwhenheasksthemwhattheythinkoftheidea.Nobodysaysathing.They’reallsunkbackoutofsightinlittlepocketsoffog.Icanbarelyseethem.

           "Nowlookhere,"hetellsthem,buttheydon’tlook.He’sbeenwaitingforsomebodytosaysomething,answerhisquestion.Nobodyactslikethey’veheardit."Lookhere,damnit,"hesayswhennobodymoves,"there’satleasttwelveofyouguysIknowofmyselfgotaleetlepersonalinterestwhowinsthesegames.Don’tyouguyscaretowatchthem?"

           "Idon’tknow,Mack,"Scanlonfinallysays,"I’mprettyusedtoseeingthatsix-o’clocknews.AndifswitchingtimeswouldreallymessupthescheduleasbadasMissRatchedsays—"

           "Thehellwiththeschedule.