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           Thestaffalwaysletmecleantheroombecausetheydidn’tthinkIcouldhear,butnowthattheysawmeliftmyhandwhenMcMurphytoldmeto,won’ttheyknowIcanhear?Won’ttheyfigureIbeenhearingalltheseyears,listeningtosecretsmeantonlyfortheirears?What’lltheydotomeinthatstaffroomiftheyknowthat?

           Still,theyexpectmetobeinthere.IfI’mnot,they’llknowforsurethatIcanhear,bewayaheadofme,thinking,Yousee?Heisn’tinherecleaning,don’tthatproveit?It’sobviouswhat’stobedone....

           I’mjustgettingthefullforceofthedangersweletourselvesinforwhenweletMcMurphylureusoutofthefog.

           There’sablackboyleaningagainstthewallnearthedoor,armscrossed,pinktonguetipdartingbackandforthoverhislips,watchingussittinginfrontoftheTVset.Hiseyesdartbackandforthlikehistongueandstoponme,andIseehisleathereyelidsraisealittle.Hewatchesmeforalongtime,andIknowhe’swonderingaboutthewayIactedinthegroupmeeting.Thenhecomesoffthewallwithalurch,breakingcontact,andgoestothebroomclosetandbringsbackabucketofsoapywaterandasponge,dragsmyarmsupandhangsthebucketbaleoverit,likehangingakettleonafireplaceboom.

           "Le’sgo,Chief,"hesays."Le’sgetupandgettoyourduties."

           Idon’tmove.Thebucketrocksonmyarm.Idon’tmakeasignIheard.He’stryingtotrickme.