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           "Youscaredthere’snotenoughtogoaround?"

           "Sandy,Imightaknownyou’dbringthatdamncheapport."

           "Boy!"Shestoppedherturningtolookupatme."Digthisone,Candy.AGoliath—fee,fi,fo,fum."

           Mr.Turklesaid,"Hotdog,"andlockedthescreenback,andSandysaid,"Boy,"again.Wewereallinanawkwardlittleclusterinthemiddleofthedayroom,shiftingaroundoneanother,sayingthingsjustbecausenobodyknewwhatelsetodoyet—neverbeenupagainstasituationlikeit—andIdon’tknowwhenthisexcited,uneasyflurryoftalkandgigglingandshufflingaroundthedayroomwould’vestoppedifthatwarddoorhadn’trungwithakeyknockingitopendownthehall—jarredeverybodylikeaburglaralarmgoingoff.

           "Oh,LordGod,"Mr.Turklesaid,clappinghishandonthetopofhisbaldhead,"it’sthesoo-pervisor,cometofiremyblackass."

           Weallranintothelatrineandturnedoutthelightandstoodinthedark,listeningtooneanotherbreathe.Wecouldhearthatsupervisorwanderaroundtheward,callingforMr.Turkleinaloud,half-afraidwhisper.Hervoicewassoftandworried,risingattheendasshecalled,"Mr.Tur-kull?Mis-turTurkle?"

           "Wherethehellishe?"McMurphywhispered."Whydon’theanswerher?"

           "Don’tworry,"Scanlonsaid."Shewon’tlookinthecan."

           "Butwhydon’theanswer?Maybehegottoohigh."

           "Man,whatyoutalkin’?Idon’tgettoohigh,notonalittlemiddlin’jointlikethatone."ItwasMr.