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He
was
talking
to
the
lifeguard
,
and
I
was
standing
a
few
feet
away
.
McMurphy
must
of
been
standing
in
a
hole
because
he
was
having
to
tread
water
where
I
was
just
standing
on
the
bottom
.
The
lifeguard
was
standing
on
the
edge
of
the
pool
;
he
had
a
whistle
and
a
T-shirt
on
with
his
ward
number
on
it
.
He
and
McMurphy
had
got
to
talking
about
the
difference
between
hospital
and
jail
,
and
McMurphy
was
saying
how
much
better
the
hospital
was
.
The
lifeguard
was
n't
so
sure
.
I
heard
him
tell
McMurphy
that
,
for
one
thing
,
being
committed
ai
n't
like
being
sentenced
.
"
You
're
sentenced
in
a
jail
,
and
you
got
a
date
ahead
of
you
when
you
know
you
're
gon
na
be
turned
loose
,
"
he
said
.
McMurphy
stopped
splashing
around
like
he
had
been
.
He
swam
slowly
to
the
edge
of
the
pool
and
held
there
,
looking
up
at
the
lifeguard
.
"
And
if
you
're
committed
?
"
he
asked
after
a
pause
.
The
lifeguard
raised
his
shoulders
in
a
musclebound
shrug
and
tugged
at
the
whistle
around
his
neck
.
He
was
an
old
pro-footballer
with
cleat
marks
in
his
forehead
,
and
every
so
often
when
he
was
off
his
ward
a
signal
would
click
back
of
his
eyes
and
his
lips
'd
go
to
spitting
numbers
and
he
'd
drop
to
all
fours
in
a
line
stance
and
cut
loose
on
some
strolling
nurse
,
drive
a
shoulder
in
her
kidneys
just
in
time
to
let
the
halfback
shoot
past
through
the
hole
behind
him
.
That
's
why
he
was
up
on
Disturbed
;
whenever
he
was
n't
lifeguarding
he
was
liable
to
do
something
like
that
.
He
shrugged
again
at
McMurphy
's
question
,
then
looked
back
and
forth
to
see
if
any
black
boys
were
around
,
and
knelt
close
to
the
edge
of
the
pool
.
He
held
his
arm
out
for
McMurphy
to
look
at
.
"
You
see
this
cast
?
"
McMurphy
looked
at
the
big
arm
.
"
You
do
n't
have
a
cast
on
that
arm
,
buddy
.
"
The
lifeguard
just
grinned
.
"
Well
,
that
cast
's
on
there
because
I
got
a
bad
fracture
in
the
last
game
with
the
Browns
.
I
ca
n't
get
back
in
togs
till
the
fracture
knits
and
I
get
the
cast
off
.
The
nurse
on
my
ward
tells
me
she
's
curing
the
arm
in
secret
.
Yeah
,
man
,
she
says
if
I
go
easy
on
that
arm
,
do
n't
exert
it
or
nothing
,
she
'll
take
the
cast
off
and
I
can
get
back
with
the
ball
club
.
"
He
put
his
knuckles
on
the
wet
tile
,
went
into
a
three-point
stance
to
test
how
the
arm
was
coming
along
.
McMurphy
watched
him
a
minute
,
then
asked
bow
long
he
'd
been
waiting
for
them
to
tell
him
his
arm
was
healed
so
he
could
leave
the
hospital
.
The
lifeguard
raised
up
slowly
and
rubbed
his
arm
.
He
acted
hurt
that
McMurphy
had
asked
that
,
like
he
thought
he
was
being
accused
of
being
soft
and
licking
his
wounds
.
"
I
'm
committed
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
'd
of
left
here
before
now
if
it
was
up
to
me
.
Maybe
I
could
n't
play
first
string
,
with
this
bum
arm
,
but
I
could
of
folded
towels
,
could
n't
I
?
I
could
of
done
something
.
That
nurse
on
my
ward
,
she
keeps
telling
the
doctor
I
ai
n't
ready
.
Not
even
to
fold
towels
in
the
crummy
old
locker
room
,
I
ai
n't
ready
.
"
He
turned
and
walked
over
to
his
lifeguard
chair
,
climbed
up
the
chair
ladder
like
a
drugged
gorilla
,
and
peered
down
at
us
,
his
lower
lip
pushed
way
out
.
"
I
was
picked
up
for
drunk
and
disorderly
,
and
I
been
here
eight
years
and
eight
months
,
"
he
said
.
