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           Bythetimethepatientsgettheireyesrubbedtowheretheycanhalfwayseewhattheracket’sabout,alltheyseeistheheadnurse,smilingandcalmandcoldasusual,tellingtheblackboysthey’dbestnotstandinagroupgossipingwhenitisMondaymorningandthereissuchalottogetdoneonthefirstmorningoftheweek....

           "...meanoldMondaymorning,youknow,boys..."

           "Yeah,MizRatched...

           "...andwehavequiteanumberofappointmentsthismorning,soperhaps,ifyourstandinghereinagrouptalkingisn’ttoourgent..."

           "Yeah,MizRatched..."

           Shestopsandnodsatsomeofthepatientscometostandaroundandstareoutofeyesallredandpuffywithsleep.Shenodsoncetoeach.Precise,automaticgesture.Herfaceissmooth,calculated,andprecision-made,likeanexpensivebabydoll,skinlikeflesh-coloredenamel,blendofwhiteandcreamandbaby-blueeyes,smallnose,pinklittlenostrils—everythingworkingtogetherexceptthecoloronherlipsandfingernails,andthesizeofherbosom.Amistakewasmadesomehowinmanufacturing,puttingthosebig,womanlybreastsonwhatwouldofotherwisebeenaperfectwork,andyoucanseehowbittersheisaboutit.

           Themenarestillstandingandwaitingtoseewhatshewasontotheblackboysabout,sosheremembersseeingmeandsays,"AndsinceitisMonday,boys,whydon’twegetagoodheadstartontheweekbyshavingpoorMr.Bromdenfirstthismorning,beforetheafter-breakfastrushontheshavingroom,andseeifwecan’tavoidsomeofthe—ah—disturbancehetendstocause,don’tyouthink?"