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"
Another
--
pair
?
"
"
One
about
as
big
as
a
baseball
,
Doc
.
"
"
Mr.
McMurphy
!
"
Her
smile
broke
like
glass
when
she
realized
she
was
being
made
fun
of
.
"
But
the
other
one
is
big
enough
to
be
considered
normal
.
"
He
went
on
like
this
clear
up
to
the
time
we
were
ready
for
bed
.
By
then
there
was
a
festive
,
county-fair
feeling
on
the
ward
as
the
men
whispered
of
the
possibility
of
having
a
party
if
the
girl
came
with
drinks
.
All
the
guys
were
trying
to
catch
Billy
's
eye
and
grinning
and
winking
at
him
every
time
he
looked
.
And
when
we
lined
up
for
medication
McMurphy
came
by
and
asked
the
little
nurse
with
the
crucifix
and
the
birthmark
if
he
could
have
a
couple
of
vitamins
.
She
looked
surprised
and
said
she
did
n't
see
that
there
was
any
reason
why
not
and
gave
him
some
pills
the
size
of
birds
'
eggs
.
He
put
them
in
his
pocket
.
"
Are
n't
you
going
to
swallow
them
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Me
?
Lord
no
,
I
do
n't
need
vitamins
.
I
was
just
gettin
'
them
for
Billy
Boy
here
.
He
seems
to
me
to
have
a
peaked
look
of
late
--
tired
blood
,
most
likely
.
"
"
Then
--
why
do
n't
you
give
them
to
Billy
?
"
"
I
will
,
honey
,
I
will
,
but
I
thought
I
'd
wait
till
about
midnight
when
he
'd
have
the
most
need
for
them
"
--
and
walked
to
the
dorm
with
his
arm
crooked
around
Billy
's
flushing
neck
,
giving
Harding
a
wink
and
me
a
goose
in
the
side
with
his
big
thumb
as
he
passed
us
,
and
left
that
nurse
pop-eyed
behind
him
in
the
Nurses
'
Station
,
pouring
water
on
her
foot
.
You
have
to
know
about
Billy
Bibbit
:
in
spite
of
him
having
wrinkles
in
his
face
and
specks
of
gray
in
his
hair
,
he
still
looked
like
a
kid
--
like
a
jug-eared
and
freckled-faced
and
buck-toothed
kid
whistling
barefoot
across
one
of
those
calendars
,
with
a
string
of
bullheads
dragging
behind
him
in
the
dust
--
and
yet
he
was
nothing
like
this
.
You
were
always
surprised
to
find
when
he
stood
up
next
to
one
of
the
other
men
he
was
just
as
tall
as
anyone
,
and
that
he
was
n't
jug-eared
or
freckled
or
buck-toothed
at
all
under
a
closer
look
,
and
was
,
in
fact
,
thirty-some
years
old
.
