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           HeleavesherstandinginfrontofHardingandgoesoff,sayingmysteriously,"Don’tyouforgetnow,youhear?"

           Sheblowstheblackboyakiss,thenturnstoHarding,slingingherhipsforward."Hello,Dale."

           "Honey,"hesays,buthedoesn’tmakeanymovetotakethecoupleofstepstoher.Helooksaroundhimateverybodywatching.

           She’sastallasheis.She’sgotonhigh-heeledshoesandiscarryingablackpurse,notbythestrap,butholdingitthewayyouholdabook.Herfingernailsareredasdropsofbloodagainsttheshinyblackpatent-leatherpurse.

           "Hey,Mack,"HardingcallstoMcMurphy,who’ssittingacrosstheroom,lookingatabookofcartoons."Ifyou’llcurtailyourliterarypursuitsamomentI’llintroduceyoutomycounterpartandNemesis;Iwouldbetriteandsay,‘tomybetterhalf,’butIthinkthatphraseindicatessomekindofbasicallyequaldivision,don’tyou?"

           Hetriestolaugh,andhistwoslimivoryfingersdipintohisshirtpocketforcigarettes,fidgetaroundgettingthelastonefromthepackage.Thecigaretteshakesasheplacesitbetweenhislips.Heandhiswifehaven’tmovedtowardeachotheryet.

           McMurphyheavesupoutofhischairandpullshiscapoffashewalksover.Harding’swifelooksathimandsmiles,liftingoneofhereyebrows."Afternoon,MizHarding,"McMurphysays.

           Shesmilesbackbiggerthanbeforeandsays,"IhateMrs.