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"
You
scared
there
's
not
enough
to
go
around
?
"
"
Sandy
,
I
mighta
known
you
'd
bring
that
damn
cheap
port
.
"
"
Boy
!
"
She
stopped
her
turning
to
look
up
at
me
.
"
Dig
this
one
,
Candy
.
A
Goliath
--
fee
,
fi
,
fo
,
fum
.
"
Mr.
Turkle
said
,
"
Hot
dog
,
"
and
locked
the
screen
back
,
and
Sandy
said
,
"
Boy
,
"
again
.
We
were
all
in
an
awkward
little
cluster
in
the
middle
of
the
day
room
,
shifting
around
one
another
,
saying
things
just
because
nobody
knew
what
else
to
do
yet
--
never
been
up
against
a
situation
like
it
--
and
I
do
n't
know
when
this
excited
,
uneasy
flurry
of
talk
and
giggling
and
shuffling
around
the
day
room
would
've
stopped
if
that
ward
door
had
n't
rung
with
a
key
knocking
it
open
down
the
hall
--
jarred
everybody
like
a
burglar
alarm
going
off
.
"
Oh
,
Lord
God
,
"
Mr.
Turkle
said
,
clapping
his
hand
on
the
top
of
his
bald
head
,
"
it
's
the
soo-pervisor
,
come
to
fire
my
black
ass
.
"
We
all
ran
into
the
latrine
and
turned
out
the
light
and
stood
in
the
dark
,
listening
to
one
another
breathe
.
We
could
hear
that
supervisor
wander
around
the
ward
,
calling
for
Mr.
Turkle
in
a
loud
,
half-afraid
whisper
.
Her
voice
was
soft
and
worried
,
rising
at
the
end
as
she
called
,
"
Mr.
Tur-kull
?
Mis-tur
Turkle
?
"
"
Where
the
hell
is
he
?
"
McMurphy
whispered
.
"
Why
do
n't
he
answer
her
?
"
"
Do
n't
worry
,
"
Scanlon
said
.
"
She
wo
n't
look
in
the
can
.
"
"
But
why
do
n't
he
answer
?
Maybe
he
got
too
high
.
"
"
Man
,
what
you
talkin
'
?
I
do
n't
get
too
high
,
not
on
a
little
middlin
'
joint
like
that
one
.
"
It
was
Mr.
