Пролетая над гнездом кукушки
Chapter 16
Heasksmeagaintogetup,andwhenIdon’tmoveherollshiseyesuptotheceilingandsighs,reachesdownandtakesmycollar,andtugsalittle,andIstandup.Hestuffsthespongeinmypocketandpointsupthehallwherethestaffroomis,andIgo.
AndwhileI’mwalkingupthehallwiththebucket,zoom,theBigNursecomespastmewithallheroldcalmspeedandpowerandturnsintothedoor.Thatmakesmewonder.
Outinthehallallbymyself,Inoticehowclearitis—nofoganyplace.It’salittlecoldwherethenursejustwentpast,andthewhitetubesintheceilingcirculatefrozenlightlikerodsofglowingice,likefrostedrefrigeratorcoilsriggeduptoglowwhite.Therodsstretchdowntothestaff-roomdoorwherethenursejustturnedinattheendofthehall—aheavysteeldoorlikethedooroftheShockShopinBuildingOne,excepttherearenumbersprintedonthisone,andthisonehasalittleglasspeepholeuphead-hightoletthestaffpeekoutatwho’sknocking.AsIgetcloserIseethere’slightseepingoutthispeephole,greenlight,bitterasbile.Thestaffmeetingisabouttostartinthere,iswhythere’sthisgreenseepage;it’llbealloverthewallsandwindowsbythetimethemeetingishalfwaythrough,formetospongeoffandsqueezeinmybucket,usethewaterlatertoclearthedrainsinthelatrine.
Cleaningthestaffroomisalwaysbad.
