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           UncleR&JWolfandPapaspenttwentydaysinthedrunktankatTheDallesjail,playingrummy,forViolationoftheDead.

           Butshe’sourgoddangedmother!

           Itdoesn’tmaketheslightestdifference,boys.Youshouldaleftherburied.Idon’tknowwhenyoublamedIndianswilllearn.Now,whereisshe?you’dbettertell.

           Ahgofuckyourself,paleface,UncleR&Jsaid,rollinghimselfacigarette.I’llnevertell.

           Highhighhighinthehills,highinapinetreebed,she’stracingthewindwiththatoldhand,countingthecloudswiththatoldchant:...threegeeseinaflock...

           Whatdidyousaytomewhenyouwinked?

           Bandplaying.Look—thesky,it’stheFourthofJuly.

           Diceatrest.

           Theygottomewiththemachineagain...Iwonder...

           Whatdidhesay?

           ...wonderhowMcMurphymademebigagain.

           HesaidGutsball.

           They’reoutthere.Blackboysinwhitesuitspeeingunderthedooronme,comeinlaterandaccusemeofsoakingallsixthesepillowsI’mlyingon!Numbersix.Ithoughttheroomwasadice.Thenumberone,thesnakeeyeupthere,thecircle,thewhitelightintheceiling...iswhatI’vebeenseeing...inthislittlesquareroom...meansit’safterdark.HowmanyhourshaveIbeenout?It’sfoggingalittle,butIwon’tslipoffandhideinit.No...neveragain...

           Istand,stoodupslowly,feelingnumbbetweentheshoulders.ThewhitepillowsontheflooroftheSeclusionRoomweresoakedfrommepeeingonthemwhileIwasout