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Chapter 11
Youcangetbacktothebloodyschedulenextweek,whentheSeriesisover.Whatdoyousay,buddies?Let’stakeavoteonwatchingtheTVduringtheafternooninsteadofatnight.Allthoseinfavor?"
"Ay,"Cheswickcallsoutandgetstohisfeet.
"Imeanallthoseinfavorraisetheirhands.Okay,allthoseinfavor?"
Cheswick’shandcomesup.Someoftheotherguyslookaroundtoseeifthere’sanyotherfools.McMurphycan’tbelieveit.
"Comeonnow,whatisthiscrap?Ithoughtyouguyscouldvoteonpolicyandthatsortofthing.Isn’tthatthewayitis,Doc?"
Thedoctornodswithoutlookingup.
"Okaythen;nowwhowantstowatchthosegames?"
Cheswickshoveshishandhigherandglaresaround.Scanlonshakeshisheadandthenraiseshishand,keepinghiselbowonthearmofthechair.Andnobodyelse.McMurphycan’tsayaword.
"Ifthat’ssettled,then,"thenursesays,"perhapsweshouldgetonwiththemeeting."
"Yeah,"hesays,slidesdowninhischairtillthebrimofhiscapnearlytoucheshischest."Yeah,perhapsweshouldgetonwiththesonofabitchin’meetingatthat."
"Yeah,"Cheswicksays,givingalltheguysahardlookandsittingdown,"yeah,getonwiththegodblessedmeeting."Henodsstiffly,thensettleshischindownonhischest,scowling.He’spleasedtobesittingnexttoMcMurphy,feelingbravelikethis.It’sthefirsttimeCheswickeverhadsomebodyalongwithhimonhislostcauses.
AfterthemeetingMcMurphywon’tsayawordtoanyofthem,he’ssomadanddisgusted.
