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           WestoodatthefootoftheGurney,readingthechart,thenlookeduptotheotherendattheheaddentedintothepillow,aswirlofredhairoverafacemilk-whiteexceptfortheheavypurplebruisesaroundtheeyes.

           AfteraminuteofsilenceScanlonturnedandspatonthefloor."Aaah,what’stheoldbitchtryin’toputoveronusanyhow,forcrapsakes.Thatain’thim."

           "Nothinglikehim,"Martinisaid.

           "Howstupidshethinkweare?"

           "Oh,theydoneaprettyfairjob,though,"Martinisaid,movingupalongsidetheheadandpointingashetalked."See.Theygotthebrokennoseandthatcrazyscar—eventhesideburns."

           "Sure,"Scanlongrowled,"buthell!"

           IpushedpasttheotherpatientstostandbesideMartini."Sure,theycandothingslikescarsandbrokennoses,"Isaid."Buttheycan’tdothatlook.There’snothin’intheface.Justlikeoneofthosestoredummies,ain’tthatright,Scanlon?"

           Scanlonspatagain."Damnright.Wholething’s,youknow,tooblank.Anybodycanseethat."

           "Lookhere,"oneofthepatientssaid,peelingbackthesheet,"tattoos."

           "Sure,"Isaid,"theycandotattoos.Butthearms,huh?Thearms?Theycouldn’tdothose.Hisarmswerebig!"

           FortherestoftheafternoonScanlonandMartiniandIridiculedwhatScanloncalledthatcrummysideshowfakelyingthereontheGurney,butasthehourspassedandtheswellingbegansubsidingaroundtheeyesIsawmoreandmoreguysstrollingovertolookatthefigure.