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Chapter 27
"O-kay,wellwellwell,where’sthispokertable,buddies...?"
Thenursestaresafterhimamoment,thenwalksintotheNurses’Stationtousethephone.
TwocoloredaidesandawhiteaidewithcurlyblondhairwalkusovertotheMainBuilding.McMurphytalkswiththewhiteaideonthewayover,justlikeheisn’tworriedaboutathing.
There’sfrostthickonthegrass,andthetwocoloredaidesinfronttrailpuffsofbreathlikelocomotives.Thesunwedgesapartsomeofthecloudsandlightsupthefrosttillthegroundsarescatteredwithsparks.Sparrowsfluffedoutagainstthecold,scratchingamongthesparksforseeds.Wecutacrossthecracklinggrass,pastthediggersquirrelholeswhereIsawthedog.Coldsparks.Frostdowntheholes,clearoutofsight.
Ifeelthatfrostinmybelly.
Wegetuptothatdoor,andthere’sasoundbehindlikebeesstirredup.Twomeninfrontofus,reelingundertheredcapsules,onebawlinglikeababy,saying,"It’smycross,thankyouLord,it’sallIgot,thankyouLord...."
Theotherguywaitingissaying,"Gutsball,gutsball."He’sthelifeguardfromthepool.Andhe’scryingalittletoo.
Iwon’tcryoryell.NotwithMcMurphyhere.
Thetechnicianasksustotakeoffourshoes,andMcMurphyaskshimifwegetourpantsslitandourheadsshavedtoo.Thetechniciansaysnosuchluck.
Themetaldoorlooksoutwithitsriveteyes.
Thedooropens,sucksthefirstmaninside.Thelifeguardwon’tbudge.
