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           Iheardthesupervisorgaspatthesightofhimandhetoldhertopardonhim,buthehadn’tseenher,beingasitwassodark.

           "Itisn’tdark."

           "Inthelatrine,Imeant.Ialwaysswitchoffthelightstoachieveabetterbowelmovement.Thosemirrors,youunderstand;whenthelightisonthemirrorsseemtobesittinginjudgmentovermetoarbitrateapunishmentifeverythingdoesn’tcomeoutright."

           "ButAideTurklesaidhewascleaninginthere..."

           "Anddoingquiteagoodjob,too,Imightadd—consideringtherestrictionsimposedonhimbythedark.Wouldyoucaretosee?"

           Hardingpushedthedooropenacrack,andasliceoflightcutacrossthelatrinefloortile.Icaughtaglimpseofthesupervisorbackingoff,sayingshe’dhavetodeclinehisofferbutshehadfurtherroundstomake.Iheardthewarddoorunlockagainupthehall,andsheletherselfofftheward.Hardingcalledtohertoreturnsoonforanothervisit,andeverybodyrushedoutandshookhishandandpoundedhisbackforthewayhe’dpulleditoff.

           Westoodthereinthehall,andthewinewentaroundagain.Sefeltsaidhe’dasleavehavethatvodkaiftherewassomethingtomixitwith.HeaskedMr.Turkleiftherewasn’tsomethingonthewardtoputinitandTurklesaidnothingbutwater.Fredricksonaskedwhataboutthecoughsirup?"Theygivemealittlenowandthenfromahalf-gallonjuginthedrugroom.It’snotbadtasting.