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           Turkle,cameonforhisshift,McMurphyandBillywerealreadyup,takingvitamins,Iimagined.Igotoutofbedandputonarobeandwalkedouttothedayroom,wheretheyweretalkingwithMr.Turkle.HardingandScanlonandSefeltandsomeoftheotherguyscameouttoo.McMurphywastellingMr.Turklewhattoexpectifthegirldidcome,—remindinghim,actually,becauseitlookedlikethey’dtalkeditalloverbeforehandacoupleofweeksback.McMurphysaidthatthethingtodowasletthegirlinthewindow,insteadofriskinghavinghercomethroughthelobby,wherethenightsupervisormightbe.AndtounlocktheSeclusionRoomthen.Yeah,won’tthatmakeafinehoneymoonshackforthelovers?Mightysecluded.("Ahh,McM-Murphy,"Billykepttryingtosay.)Andtokeepthelightsout.Sothesupervisorcouldn’tseein.AndclosethedormdoorsandnotwakeupeveryslobberingChronicintheplace.Andtokeepquiet;wedon’twanttodisturbthem.

           "Ah,comeon,M-M-Mack,"Billysaid.

           Mr.Turklekeptnoddingandbobbinghishead,appearingtofallhalfasleep.WhenMcMurphysaid,"Iguessthatprettywellcoversthings,"Mr.Turklesaid,"No—noten-tiuhly,"andsattheregrinninginhiswhitesuitwithhisbaldyellowheadfloatingattheendofhisnecklikeaballoononastick.

           "Comeon,Turkle.It’llbeworthyourwhile.Sheshouldbebringin’acoupleofbottles."

           "Yougettin’closer,"Mr.Turklesaid.Hisheadlolledandbobbled.Heactedlikehewasbarelyabletokeepawake.