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"
Gone
.
"
The
old
woman
’
s
tone
had
not
changed
.
"
Do
you
know
what
I
’
m
talking
about
?
"
Yossarian
asked
sharply
,
staring
into
her
eyes
to
see
if
she
were
not
speaking
to
him
from
a
coma
.
He
raised
his
voice
.
"
What
happened
to
the
kid
sister
,
to
the
little
girl
?
"
"
Gone
,
gone
,
"
the
old
woman
replied
with
a
crabby
shrug
,
irritated
by
his
persistence
,
her
low
wail
growing
louder
.
"
Chased
away
with
the
rest
,
chased
away
into
the
street
.
They
would
not
even
let
her
take
her
coat
.
"
"
Where
did
she
go
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
I
don
’
t
know
.
"
"
Who
will
take
care
of
her
?
"
"
Who
will
take
care
of
me
?
"
"
She
doesn
’
t
know
anybody
else
,
does
she
?
"
"
Who
will
take
care
of
me
?
"
Yossarian
left
money
in
the
old
woman
’
s
lap
—
it
was
odd
how
many
wrongs
leaving
money
seemed
to
right
—
and
strode
out
of
the
apartment
,
cursing
Catch
-
22
vehemently
as
he
descended
the
stairs
,
even
though
he
knew
there
was
no
such
thing
.
Catch
-
22
did
not
exist
,
he
was
positive
of
that
,
but
it
made
no
difference
.
What
did
matter
was
that
everyone
thought
it
existed
,
and
that
was
much
worse
,
for
there
was
no
object
or
text
to
ridicule
or
refute
,
to
accuse
,
criticize
,
attack
,
amend
,
hate
,
revile
,
spit
at
,
rip
to
shreds
,
trample
upon
or
burn
up
.
