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           Shestaredathim,andherhandwaveredoverthepadasecond,butthensheturnedandwalkedintotheNurses’Station,stickingthepadandpencilbackdowninthepocketofheruniform.

           "Hum,"Hardingsaid."Ourconversationwasabitspotty,itseemed.Butthen,whenyouaretoldthatyouarefullofbullshit,whatkindofwrittencomebackcanyoumake?"

           Shetriedtogetherwardbackintoshape,butitwasdifficultwithMcMurphy’spresencestilltrompingupanddownthehallsandlaughingoutloudinthemeetingsandsinginginthelatrines.Shecouldn’trulewithheroldpoweranymore,notbywritingthingsonpiecesofpaper.Shewaslosingherpatientsoneaftertheother.AfterHardingsignedoutandwaspickedupbyhiswife,andGeorgetransferredtoadifferentward,justthreeofuswereleftoutofthegroupthathadbeenonthefishingcrew,myselfandMartiniandScanlon.

           Ididn’twanttoleavejustyet,becausesheseemedtobetoosure;sheseemedtobewaitingforonemoreround,andIwantedtobethereincaseitcameoff.Andonemorning,afterMcMurphy’dbeengonethreeweeks,shemadeherlastplay.

           Thewarddooropened,andtheblackboyswheeledinthisGurneywithachartatthebottomthatsaidinheavyblackletters,MCMURPHY,RANDLEP.POST-OPERATIVE.Andbelowthiswaswritteninink,LOBOTOMY.

           Theypusheditintothedayroomandleftitstandingagainstthewall,alongnexttotheVegetables.