Chapter 13

           It’sgettinghardtolocatemybedatnight,havetocrawlaroundonmyhandsandkneesfeelingunderneaththespringstillIfindmygobsofgumstuckthere:Nobodycomplainsaboutallthefog.Iknowwhy,now:asbadasitis,youcanslipbackinitandfeelsafe.That’swhatMcMurphycan’tunderstand,uswantingtobesafe.Hekeepstryingtodragusoutofthefog,outintheopenwherewe’dbeeasytogetat.