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           Theroundheadswiveledintheturretofhissweater,beadingdownthatcigaratthelotofus."Lookthere.Bunchlikethatatsea,couldgotodivingoverboardlikerats.RelativescouldsuemeforeverythingIown.Ican’triskit."

           McMurphyexplainedhowtheothergirlwassupposedtogetallthosepapersupinPortland.Oneoftheguysleaningagainstthebaitshopcalled,"Whatothergirl?Couldn’tBlondietherehandlethelotofyou?"McMurphydidn’tpaytheguyanymindandwentonarguingwiththecaptain,butyoucouldseehowitbotheredthegirl.Thosemenagainsttheshopkeptleeringatherandleaningclosetogethertowhisperthings.Allourcrew,eventhedoctor,sawthisandgottofeelingashamedthatwedidn’tdosomething.Weweren’tthecockybunchthatwasbackattheservicestation.

           McMurphystoppedarguingwhenhesawhewasn’tgettinganyplacewiththecaptain,andturnedaroundacoupleoftimes,runninghishandthroughhishair.

           "Whichboathavewegotrented?"

           "That’sitthere.TheLark.NotamansetsfootonhertillIhaveasignedwaiverclearingme.Notaman."

           "Idon’tintendtorentaboatsowecansitalldayandwatchitbobupanddownatthedock,"McMurphysaid."Don’tyouhaveaphoneupthereinyourbaitshack?Let’sgogetthisclearedup."

           Theythumpedupthestepsontothelevelwiththebaitshopandwentinside,leavingusclusteredupbyourselves,withthatbunchofloafersuptherewatchingusandmakingcommentsandsniggeringandgoosingoneanotherintheribs.