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We
'd
drove
back
inland
instead
of
the
coast
,
to
go
through
this
town
McMurphy
'd
lived
in
the
most
he
'd
ever
lived
in
one
place
.
Down
the
face
of
the
Cascade
hill
,
thinking
we
were
lost
till
...
we
came
to
a
town
covered
a
space
about
twice
the
size
of
the
hospital
ground
.
A
gritty
wind
had
blown
out
the
sun
on
the
street
where
he
stopped
.
He
parked
in
some
reeds
and
pointed
across
the
road
.
"
There
.
That
's
the
one
.
Looks
like
it
's
propped
up
outta
the
weeds
--
my
misspent
youth
's
humble
abode
.
"
Out
along
the
dim
six-o'clock
street
,
I
saw
leafless
trees
standing
,
striking
the
sidewalk
there
like
wooden
lightning
,
concrete
split
apart
where
they
hit
,
all
in
a
fenced-in
ring
.
An
iron
line
of
pickets
stuck
out
of
the
ground
along
the
front
of
a
tangleweed
yard
,
and
on
back
was
a
big
frame
house
with
a
porch
,
leaning
a
rickety
shoulder
hard
into
the
wind
so
's
not
to
be
sent
tumbling
away
a
couple
of
blocks
like
an
empty
cardboard
grocery
box
.
The
wind
was
blowing
a
few
drops
of
rain
,
and
I
saw
the
house
had
its
eyes
clenched
shut
and
locks
at
the
door
banged
on
a
chain
.
And
on
the
porch
,
hanging
,
was
one
of
those
things
the
Japs
make
out
of
glass
and
hang
on
strings
--
rings
and
clangs
in
the
least
little
blow
--
with
only
four
pieces
of
glass
left
to
go
.
These
four
swung
and
whipped
and
rung
little
chips
off
on
the
wooden
porch
floor
.
McMurphy
put
the
car
back
in
gear
.
"
Once
,
I
been
here
--
since
way
the
hell
gone
back
in
the
year
we
were
all
gettin
'
home
from
that
Korea
mess
.
For
a
visit
.
My
old
man
and
old
lady
were
still
alive
.
It
was
a
good
home
.
"
He
let
out
the
clutch
and
started
to
drive
,
then
stopped
instead
.
"
My
God
,
"
he
said
,
"
look
over
there
,
see
a
dress
?
"
He
pointed
out
back
.
"
In
the
branch
of
that
tree
?
A
rag
,
yellow
and
black
?
"
I
was
able
to
see
a
thing
like
a
flag
,
flapping
high
in
the
branches
over
a
shed
.
"
The
first
girl
ever
drug
me
to
bed
wore
that
very
same
dress
.
I
was
about
ten
and
she
was
probably
less
,
and
at
the
time
a
lay
seemed
like
such
a
big
deal
I
asked
her
if
did
n't
she
think
,
feel
,
we
oughta
announce
it
some
way
?
Like
,
say
,
tell
our
folks
,
'
Mom
,
Judy
and
me
got
engaged
today
.
'
And
I
meant
what
I
said
,
I
was
that
big
a
fool
.
I
thought
if
you
made
it
,
man
,
you
were
legally
wed
,
right
there
on
the
spot
,
whether
it
was
something
you
wanted
or
not
,
and
that
there
was
n't
any
breaking
the
rule
.
But
this
little
whore
--
at
the
most
eight
or
nines
--
reached
down
and
got
her
dress
off
the
floor
and
said
it
was
mine
,
said
,
'
You
can
hang
this
up
someplace
,
I
'll
go
home
in
my
drawers
,
announce
it
that
way
they
'll
get
the
idea
.
'
Jesus
,
nine
years
old
,
"
he
said
,
reached
over
and
pinched
Candy
's
nose
,
"
and
knew
a
lot
more
than
a
good
many
pros
.
"
