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           "Listen—youdon’tthinkanyofusarebeingtakeninbythiscrap,doyou?It’sbad,butweknowwheretheblamelies—weain’tblamingyou."

           "No,"Isaid,"noneofusblameyou."AndwishedI’dhadmytonguepulledoutassoonasIsawthewayhelookedatme.

           Heclosedhiseyesandrelaxed.Waiting,itlookedlike.Hardinggotupandwalkedovertohimandhadjustopenedhismouthtosaysomethingwhenthedoctor’svoicescreamingdownthehallsmashedacommonhorrorandrealizationontoeverybody’sface.

           "Nurse!"heyelled."Goodlord,nurse!"

           Sheran,andthethreeblackboysran,downthehalltowherethedoctorwasstillcalling.Butnotapatientgotup.Weknewtherewasn’tanythingforustodonowbutjustsittightandwaitforhertocometothedayroomtotelluswhatweallhadknownwasoneofthethingsthatwasboundtohappen.

           ShewalkedstraighttoMcMurphy.

           "Hecuthisthroat,"shesaid.Shewaited,hopinghewouldsaysomething.Hewouldn’tlookup."Heopenedthedoctor’sdeskandfoundsomeinstrumentsandcuthisthroat.Thepoormiserable,misunderstoodboykilledhimself.He’stherenow,inthedoctor’schair,withhisthroatcut."

           Shewaitedagain.Buthestillwouldn’tlookup.

           "FirstCharlesCheswickandnowWilliamBibbit!Ihopeyou’refinallysatisfied.