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           Gettingshutofherwouldn’tbegettingshutoftherealdeep-downhang-upthat’scausingthegripes.

           "Youthinknot?"Hardingsays."Thensinceyouaresuddenlysolucidontheproblemofmentalhealth,whatisthistrouble?Whatisthisdeep-downhang-up,asyousocleverlyputit."

           "Itellyou,man,Idon’tknow.Ineverseenthebeatofit."Hesitsstillforaminute,listeningtothehumfromtheX-rayroom;thenhesays,"Butifitwasnomore’nyousay,ifitwas,say,justthisoldnurseandhersexworries,thenthesolutiontoallyourproblemswouldbetojustthrowherdownandsolveherworries,wouldn’tit?"

           Scanlonclapshishands."Hotdamn!That’sit.You’renominated,Mack,you’rejustthestudtohandlethejob."

           "Notme.Nosir.Yougotthewrongboy."

           "Whynot?Ithoughtyou’sthesuper-studwithallthatwhambam."

           "Scanlon,buddy,IplantostayasclearofthatoldbuzzardasIpossiblycan."

           "SoI’vebeennoticing,"Hardingsays,smiling."What’shappenedbetweenthetwoofyou?Youhadherontheropesforaperiodthere;thenyouletup.Asuddencompassionforourangelofmercy?"

           "No;Ifoundoutafewthings,that’swhy.Askedaroundsomedifferentplaces.Ifoundoutwhyyouguysallkissherasssomuchandbowandscrapeandletherwalkalloveryou.Igotwisetowhatyouwereusingmefor."

           "Oh?That’sinteresting."

           "You’reblamedrightit’sinteresting.