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Chapter 28
I’dheardheworkedanotherjobduringtheday,ataracetrack.McMurphyturnedtoBilly.
"Turkleisholdin’outforabiggercontract,BillyBoy.Howmuchisitworthtoyoutoloseyourol’cherry?"
BeforeBillycouldstopstutteringandanswer,Mr.Turkleshookhishead."Itain’that.Notmoney.Shebringin’morethanthebottlewithher,though,ain’tshe,thissweetthing?Youpeoplebesharingmore’nabottle,won’tyou."Hegrinnedaroundatthefaces.
Billynearlyburst,tryingtostuttersomethingaboutnotCandy,nothisgirl!McMurphytookhimasideandtoldhimnottoworryabouthisgirl’schastity—Turkle’dlikelybesodrunkandsleepybythetimeBillywasfinishedthattheoldcooncouldn’tputacarrotinawashtub.
Thegirlwaslateagain.Wesatoutinthedayroominourrobes,listeningtoMcMurphyandMr.TurkletellArmystorieswhiletheypassedoneofMr.Turkle’scigarettesbackandforth,smokingitafunnyway,holdingthesmokeinwhentheyinhaledtilltheireyesbugged.OnceHardingaskedwhatmannerofcigarettetheyweresmokingthatsmelledsoprovocative,andMr.Turklesaidinahigh,breath-holdingvoice,"Jus’aplainoldcigarette.Heehoe,yes.Youwantatoke?"
Billygotmoreandmorenervous,afraidthegirlmightnotshowup,afraidshemight.Hekeptaskingwhydidn’tweallgotobed,insteadoffsittingouthereinthecolddarklikehoundswaitingatthekitchenfortablescraps,andwejustgrinnedathim.
