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           Thatsinglethinnoteinmyheadwasliketiresspeedingdownapavement.

           Hewassittingstraightupinhischair,onebigredfingerscratchinglazilyatthestitchmarksrunacrosshisnose.Hegrinnedateverybodylookingathimandtookhiscapbythebrimandtippeditpolitely,thenlookedbackatthenurse.

           "So,ifthereisnodiscussiononthisruling,Ithinkthehourisalmostover..."

           Shepausedagain,tookalookathimherself.Heshruggedhisshouldersandwithaloudsighslappedbothhandsdownonhiskneesandpushedhimselfstandingoutofthechair.Hestretchedandyawnedandscratchedthenoseagainandstartedstrollingacrosstheday-roomfloortowhereshesatbytheNurses’Station,heistinghispantswithhisthumbsashewalked.Icouldseeitwastoolatetokeephimfromdoingwhateverfoolthinghehadinmind,andIjustwatched,likeeverybodyelse.Hewalkedwithlongsteps,toolong,andhehadhisthumbshookedinhispocketsagain.Theironinhisbootheelscrackedlightningoutofthetile.Hewastheloggeragain,theswaggeringgambler,thebigredheadedbrawlingIrishman,thecowboyoutoftheTVsetwalkingdownthemiddleofthestreettomeetadare.

           TheBigNurse’seyesswelledoutwhiteashegotclose.Shehadn’treckonedonhimdoinganything.Thiswassupposedtobeherfinalvictoryoverhim,supposedtoestablishherruleonceandforall.Butherehecomesandhe’sbigasahouse!

           Shestartedpoppinghermouthandlookingforherblackboys,scaredtodeath,buthestoppedbeforehegottoher