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           Theblackboysclenchedtheirjawsanddidn’tanswer;thiswasn’tthewaythingsusedtobebeforethatdamnedredheadcamearound.

           WhenFredricksonspreadhischeekstherewassuchasoundIthoughttheleastblackboy’dbeblownclearoffhisfeet.

           "Hark!"Hardingsaid,cuppinghishandtohisear."Thelovelyvoiceofanangel."

           Everyonewasroaring,laughingandkiddingoneanother,untiltheblackboymovedonandstoppedinfrontofthenextman,andtheroomwassuddenlyabsolutelyquiet.ThenextmanwasGeorge.Andinthatonesecond,withthelaughingandkiddingandcomplainingstopped,withFredricksontherenexttoGeorgestraighteningupandturningaroundandabigblackboyabouttoaskGeorgetoleanhisheaddownforasquirtofthatstinkingsalve—rightatthattimeallofushadagoodideaabouteverythingthatwasgoingtohappen,andwhyithadtohappen,andwhywe’dallbeenwrongaboutMcMurphy.

           Georgeneverusedsoapwhenheshowered.Hewouldn’tevenletsomebodyhandhimatoweltodryhimselfwith.TheblackboysontheeveningshiftwhosupervisedtheusualTuesdayandThursdayeveningshowershadlearneditwaseasiertoleaveitgolikethis,andtheydidn’tforcehimtodoanydifferent.Thatwasthewayit’dbeenforalongtime.Alltheblackboysknewit.