Пролетая над гнездом кукушки

           Wemadehimstandandhitchuphisblackshortsliketheywerehorsehidechaps,andpushbackhiscapwithonefingerlikeitwasaten-gallonStetson,slow,mechanicalgestures—andwhenhewalkedacrosstheflooryoucouldheartheironinhisbareheelsringsparksoutofthetile.

           Onlyatthelast—afterhe’dsmashedthroughthatglassdoor,herfaceswingingaround,withterrorforeverruininganyotherlookshemightevertrytouseagain,screamingwhenhegrabbedforherandrippedheruniformallthewaydownthefront,screamingagainwhenthetwonippledcirclesstartedfromherchestandswelledoutandout,biggerthananybodyhadeverevenimagined,warmandpinkinthelight—onlyatthelast,aftertheofficialsrealizedthatthethreeblackboysweren’tgoingtodoanythingbutstandandwatchandtheywouldhavetobeathimoffwithouttheirhelp,doctorsandsupervisorsandnursespryingthoseheavyredfingersoutofthewhitefleshofherthroatasiftheywereherneckbones,jerkinghimbackwardoffofherwithaloudheaveofbreath,onlythendidheshowanysignthathemightbeanythingotherthanasane,willful,doggedmanperformingaharddutythatfinallyjusthadtobedone,likeitornot.

           Hegaveacry.