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           Thecoloredaideandtheblondonetookmedownstairsandletmeontoourwardandlockedthedoorbehindme.ThewardseemedawfulquietafterDisturbed.Iwalkedtoourdayroomandforsomereasonstoppedatthedoor;everybody’sfaceturneduptomewithadifferentlookthanthey’devergivenmebefore.Theirfaceslightedupasiftheywerelookingintotheglareofasideshowplatform."Here,infrontayourveryeyes,"Hardingspiels,"istheWildmanwhobrokethearm...oftheblackboy!Hey-ha,lookee,lookee."Igrinnedbackatthem,realizinghowMcMurphymust’vefeltthesemonthswiththesefacesscreamingupathim.

           Alltheguyscameoverandwantedmetotellthemeverythingthathadhappened:howwasheactingupthere?Whatwashedoing?Wasittrue,whatwasbeingrumoredoveratthegym,thatthey’dbeenhittinghimeverydaywithESTandhewasshruggingitofflikewater,makin’bookwiththetechniciansonhowlonghecouldkeephiseyesopenafterthepolestouched.

           ItoldthemallIcould,andnobodyseemedtothinkathingaboutmeallofasuddentalkingwithpeople—aguywho’dbeenconsidereddeafanddumbasfarbackasthey’dknownhim,talking,listening,justlikeanybody.Itoldthemeverythingthatthey’dheardwastrue,andtossedinafewstoriesofmyown.Theylaughedsohardaboutsomeofthethingshe’dsaidtothenursethatthetwoVegetablesundertheirwetsheetsontheChronics’sidegrinnedandsnortedalongwiththelaughter,justliketheyunderstood.