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Chapter 3
Alltherestoftheknuckleswerecoveredwithscarsandcuts,oldandnew.Irememberthepalmwassmoothandhardasbonefromheftingthewoodenhandlesofaxesandhoes,notthehandyou’dthinkcoulddealcards.Thepalmwascallused,andthecalluseswerecracked,anddirtwasworkedinthecracks.AroadmapofhistravelsupanddowntheWest.Thatpalmmadeascuffingsoundagainstmyhand.Irememberthefingerswerethickandstrongclosingovermine,andmyhandcommencedtofeelpeculiarandwenttoswellingupoutthereonmystickofanarm,likehewastransmittinghisownbloodintoit.Itrangwithbloodandpower:Itblowedupnearasbigashis,Iremember....
"Mr.McMurry."
It’stheBigNurse.
"Mr.McMurry,couldyoucomehereplease?"
It’stheBigNurse.Thatblackboywiththethermometerhasgoneandgother.Shestandstheretappingthatthermometeragainstherwristwatch,eyeswhirringwhileshetriestogaugethisnewman.Herlipsareinthattriangleshape,likeadoll’slipsreadyforafakenipple.
"AideWilliamstellsme,Mr.McMurry,thatyou’vebeensomewhatdifficultaboutyouradmissionshower.Isthistrue?Pleaseunderstand,Iappreciatethewayyou’vetakenituponyourselftoorientwiththeotherpatientsontheward,buteverythinginitsowngoodtime,Mr.McMurry.I’msorrytointerruptyouandMr.Bromden,butyoudounderstand:everyone...mustfollowtherules."
