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           Shemarkedthetoneofhisvoiceforlater,forwhenhertimecameagain,andjustnoddedandwenttositinherNurses’Stationandfiddlewiththecontrolsonherequipment.Thejanitorshadputacardboardintheframeoverherdesktilltheycouldgetanotherwindowpanecuttofit,andshesattherebehinditeverydaylikeitwasn’teventhere,justlikeshecouldstillseerightintothedayroom.Behindthatsquareofcardboardshewaslikeapictureturnedtothewall.

           Shewaited,withoutcomment,whileMcMurphycontinuedtorunaroundthehallsinthemorningsinhiswhite-whaleshorts,orpitchedpenniesinthedorms,orranupanddownthehallblowinganickel-platedref’swhistle,teachingAcutesthefastbreakfromwarddoortotheSeclusionRoomattheotherend,theballpoundinginthecorridorlikecannonshotsandMcMurphyroaringlikeasergeant,"Drive,youpunymothers,drive!"

           Wheneitheronespoketotheotheritwasalwaysinthemostpolitefashion.HewouldaskherniceasyoupleaseifhecoulduseherfountainpentowritearequestforanUnaccompaniedLeavefromthehospital,wroteitoutinfrontofheronherdesk,andhandedhertherequestandthepenbackatthesametimewithsuchanice,"Thankyou,"andshewouldlookatitandsayjustaspolitethatshewould"takeitupwiththestaff"—whichtookmaybethreeminutes—andcomebacktotellhimshecertainlywassorrybutapasswasnotconsideredtherapeuticatthistime.