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           JustbythewaythenurseisstaringatmewithhermouthemptyofwordsIcanseeI’minfortrouble,butIcan’tstopit.McMurphy’sgothiddenwireshookedtoit,liftingitslowjusttogetmeoutofthefogandintotheopenwhereI’mfairgame.He’sdoingit,wires...

           No.That’snotthetruth.Ilifteditmyself.

           McMurphywhoopsanddragsmestanding,poundingmyback.

           "Twenty-one!TheChief’svotemakesittwenty-one!AndbyGodifthatain’tamajorityI’lleatmyhat!"

           "Yippee,"Cheswickyells.TheotherAcutesarecomingacrosstowardme.

           "Themeetingwasclosed,"shesays.Hersmileisstillthere,butthebackofherneckasshewalksoutofthedayroomandintotheNurses’Station,isredandswellinglikeshe’llblowapartanysecond.

           Butshedon’tblowup,notrightoff,notuntilaboutanhourlater.Behindtheglasshersmileistwistedandqueer,likewe’veneverseenbefore.Shejustsits.Icanseehershouldersriseandfallasshebreathes.

           McMurphylooksupattheclockandhesaysit’stimeforthegame.He’soverbythedrinkingfountainwithsomeoftheotherAcutes,downonhiskneesscouringoffthebaseboard.I’msweepingoutthebroomclosetforthetenthtimethatday.ScanlonandHarding,theygotthebuffergoingupanddownthehall,polishingthenewwaxintoshiningfigureeights.McMurphysaysagainthatheguessesitmustbegametimeandhestandsup,leavesthescouringragwhereitlies.Nobodyelsestopswork.