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           Heshowedyouhowonetime,ifyouthinkback.Thatveryfirstweek.Youremember?"

           Ididn’tanswerhim,andhedidn’tsayanythingelse,anditwasquietinthedormagain.Ilaythereafewminuteslongerandthengotupandstartedputtingonmyclothes.WhenIfinisheddressingIreachedintoMcMurphy’snightstandandgothiscapandtriediton.Itwastoosmall,andIwassuddenlyashamedoftryingtowearit.IdroppeditonScanlon’sbedasIwalkedoutofthedorm.Hesaid,"Takeiteasy,buddy,"asIwalkedout.

           Themoonstrainingthroughthescreenofthetub-roomwindowsshowedthehunched,heavyshapeofthecontrolpanel,glintedoffthechromefixturesandglassgaugessocoldIcouldalmostheartheclickofitstriking.Itookadeepbreathandbentoverandtookthelevers.Iheavedmylegsundermeandfeltthegrindofweightatmyfeet.Iheavedagainandheardthewiresandconnectionstearingoutofthefloor.Ilurchedituptomykneesandwasable,togetanarmarounditandmyotherhandunderit.Thechromewascoldagainstmyneckandthesideofmyhead.Iputmybacktowardthescreen,thenspunandletthemomentumcarrythepanelthroughtheScreenandwindowwitharippingcrash.Theglasssplashedoutinthemoon,likeabrightcoldwaterbaptizingthesleepingearth.Panting,IthoughtforasecondaboutgoingbackandgettingScanlonandsomeoftheothers,butthenIheardtherunningsqueakoftheblackboys’shoesinthehallandIputmyhandonthesillandvaultedafterthepanel,intothemoonlight.