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           Heliftedhischinsohewasshoutingatthemoonoflightintheceiling."N-n-no!"

           We’dstoppedlaughing.WewatchedBillyfoldingintothefloor,headgoingback,kneescomingforward.Herubbedhishandupanddownthatgreenpantleg.Hewasshakinghisheadinpaniclikeakidthat’sbeenpromisedawhippingjustassoonasawillowiscut.Thenursetouchedhisshouldertocomforthim.Thetouchshookhimlikeablow.

           "Billy,Idon’twanthertobelievesomethinglikethisofyou—butwhatamItothink?"

           "Duh-duh-don’tt-tell,M-M-M-MissRatched.Duh-duh-duh—"

           "Billy,Ihavetotell.Ihatetobelieveyouwouldbehavelikethis,but,really,whatelsecanIthink?Ifindyoualone,onamattress,withthissortofwoman."

           "No!Id-d-didn’t.Iwas—"Hishandwenttohischeekagainandstuckthere."Shedid."

           "Billy,thisgirlcouldnothavepulledyouinhereforcibly."Sheshookherhead."Understand,Iwouldliketobelievesomethingelse—foryourpoormother’ssake."

           Thehandpulleddownhischeek,rakinglongredmarks."Shed-did."Helookedaroundhim."AndM-M-McMurphy!Hedid.AndHarding!Andthe-the-therest!Theyt-t-teasedme,calledmethings!"

           Nowhisfacewasfastenedtohers.Hedidn’tlooktoonesideortheother,butonlystraightaheadatherface,liketherewasaspiralinglightthereinsteadoffeatures,ahypnotizingswirlofcreamwhiteandblueandorange.