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Chapter 5
Soonasshe’ssatdown,OldPeteBanciniswaystohisfeetandstartsinwagginghisheadandwheezing."I’mtired.Whew.OLord.Oh,I’mawfultired..."thewayhealwaysdoeswheneverthere’sanewmanonthewardwhomightlistentohim.
TheBigNursedoesn’tlookoveratPete.She’sgoingthroughthepapersinherbasket."SomebodygositbesideMr.Bancini,"shesays."Quiethimdownsowecanstartthemeeting."
BillyBibbitgoes.PetehasturnedfacingMcMurphyandislollinghisheadfromsidetosidelikeasignallightatarailroadcrossing.Heworkedontherailroadthirtyyears;nowhe’sworecleanoutbutstill’sfunctioningonthememory.
"I’mti-i-uhd,"hesays,wagginghisfaceatMcMurphy."Takeiteasy,Pete,"Billysays,laysafreckledhandonPete’sknee.
"...Awfultired..."
"Iknow,Pete"—patstheskinnyknee,andPetepullsbackhisface,realizesnobodyisgoingtoheedhiscomplainttoday.Thenursetakesoffherwristwatchandlooksatthewardclockandwindsthewatchandsetsitfacetowardherinthebasket.Shetakesafolderfromthebasket.
"Now.Shallwegetintothemeeting?"
Shelooksaroundtoseeifanybodyelseisabouttointerrupther,smilingsteadyasherheadturnsinhercollar.Theguyswon’tmeetherlook;they’realllookingforhangnails.ExceptMcMurphy.He’sgothimselfanarmchairinthecorner,sitsinitlikehe’sclaimeditforgood,andhe’swatchinghereverymove.
