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           Ilaystilltoseeifhe’dcaughtmebendingovertopeekunderthebedathim,buthedidn’tgiveanysign—allIheardwasthezzzth-zzzthofhisscissorsandpiecesfallingintothesack,remindedmeofhailstonesthewaytheyusedtorattleonourtar-paperroof.Heclackedhistongueandgiggledtohimself.

           "Um-ummm.LordBawdamighty.Hee.Iwonderhowmanytimesthismuthuhchewedsomeo’thisstuff?Justashard."

           McMurphyheardtheblackboymutteringtohimselfandwokeandrolleduptooneelbowtolookatwhathewasuptoatthishourdownonhiskneesundermybed.Hewatchedtheblackboyaminute,rubbinghiseyestobesureofwhathewasseeing,justlikeyouseelittlekidsrubtheireyes;thenhesatupcompletely.

           "Iwillbeasonofabitchifheain’tinhereateleven-thirtyatnight,fartin’aroundinthedarkwithapairofscissorsandapapersack."TheblackboyjumpedandswunghisflashlightupinMcMurphy’seyes."Nowtellme,Sam:whatthedevilareyoucollectin’thatneedsthecoverofnight?"

           "Gobacktosleep,McMurphy.Itdon’tconcernnobodyelse."

           McMurphylethislipsspreadinaslowgrin,buthedidn’tlookawayfromthelight.TheblackboygotuneasyafterabouthalfaminuteofshiningthatlightonMcMurphysittingthere,onthatglossynew-healedscarandthoseteethandthattattooedpantheronhisshoulder,andtookthelightaway.Hebentbacktohiswork,gruntingandpuffinglikeitwasamightyeffortpryingoffdriedgum.