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The
other
two
,
John
and
the
woman
,
are
just
standing
.
Not
a
one
of
the
three
acts
like
they
heard
a
thing
I
said
;
in
fact
they
're
all
looking
off
from
me
like
they
'd
as
soon
I
was
n't
there
at
all
.
And
everything
stops
and
hangs
this
way
for
a
minute
.
I
get
the
funniest
feeling
that
the
sun
is
turned
up
brighter
than
before
on
the
three
of
them
.
Everything
else
looks
like
it
usually
does
--
the
chickens
fussing
around
in
the
grass
on
top
of
the
'
dobe
houses
,
the
grasshoppers
batting
from
bush
to
bush
,
the
flies
being
stirred
into
black
clouds
around
the
fish
racks
by
the
little
kids
with
sage
flails
,
just
like
every
other
summer
day
.
Except
the
sun
,
on
these
three
strangers
,
is
all
of
a
sudden
way
the
hell
brighter
than
usual
and
I
can
see
the
...
seams
where
they
're
put
together
.
And
,
almost
,
see
the
apparatus
inside
them
take
the
words
I
just
said
and
try
to
fit
the
words
in
here
and
there
,
this
place
and
that
,
and
when
they
find
the
words
do
n't
have
any
place
ready-made
where
they
'll
fit
,
the
machinery
disposes
of
the
words
like
they
were
n't
even
spoken
.
The
three
are
stock
still
while
this
goes
on
.
Even
the
swing
's
stopped
,
nailed
out
at
a
slant
by
the
sun
,
with
the
fat
man
petrified
in
it
like
a
rubber
doll
.
Then
Papa
's
guinea
hen
wakes
up
in
the
juniper
branches
and
sees
we
got
strangers
on
the
premises
and
goes
to
barking
at
them
like
a
dog
,
and
the
spell
breaks
.
The
fat
man
hollers
and
jumps
out
of
the
swing
and
sidles
away
through
the
dust
,
holding
his
hat
up
in
front
of
the
sun
so
's
he
can
see
what
's
up
there
in
the
juniper
tree
making
such
a
racket
.
When
he
sees
it
's
nothing
but
a
speckled
chicken
he
spits
on
the
ground
and
puts
his
hat
on
.
"
I
,
myself
,
sincerely
feel
,
"
he
says
,
"
that
whatever
offer
we
make
on
this
...
metropolis
will
be
quite
sufficient
.
"
"
Could
be
.
I
still
think
we
should
make
some
effort
to
speak
with
the
Chief
--
"
The
old
woman
interrupts
him
by
taking
one
ringing
step
forward
.
"
No
.
"
This
is
the
first
thing
she
's
said
.
"
No
,
"
she
says
again
in
a
way
that
reminds
me
of
the
Big
Nurse
.
She
lifts
her
eyebrows
and
looks
the
place
over
.
Her
eyes
spring
up
like
the
numbers
in
a
cash
register
;
she
's
looking
at
Mamma
's
dresses
hung
so
careful
on
the
line
,
and
she
's
nodding
her
head
.
"
No
.
We
do
n't
talk
with
the
Chief
today
.
Not
yet
.
I
think
that
I
agree
with
Brickenridge
for
once
.
Only
for
a
different
reason
.
You
recall
the
record
we
have
shows
the
wife
is
not
Indian
but
white
?
White
.
A
woman
from
town
.
Her
name
is
Bromden
.
He
took
her
name
,
not
she
his
.
Oh
,
yes
,
I
think
if
we
just
leave
now
and
go
back
into
town
,
and
,
of
course
,
spread
the
word
with
the
townspeople
about
the
government
's
plans
so
they
understand
the
advantages
of
having
a
hydroelectric
dam
and
a
lake
instead
of
a
cluster
of
shacks
beside
a
falls
,
then
type
up
an
offer
--
and
mail
it
to
the
wife
,
you
see
,
by
mistake
?
I
feel
our
job
will
be
a
great
deal
easier
.
"
