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Two
or
three
got
up
.
They
tried
to
soothe
him
,
pat
him
on
his
shoulder
.
But
Pete
was
n't
being
hushed
.
"
Tired
!
Tired
!
"
he
kept
on
.
Finally
the
nurse
sent
one
of
the
black
boys
to
take
him
out
of
the
day
room
by
force
.
She
forgot
that
the
black
boys
did
n't
hold
any
control
over
people
like
Pete
.
Pete
's
been
a
Chronic
all
his
life
.
Even
though
he
did
n't
come
into
the
hospital
till
he
was
better
than
fifty
,
he
'd
always
been
a
Chronic
.
His
head
has
two
big
dents
,
one
on
each
side
,
where
the
doctor
who
was
with
his
mother
at
horning
time
pinched
his
skull
trying
to
pull
him
out
.
Pete
had
looked
out
first
and
seer
.
all
the
delivery-room
machinery
waiting
for
him
and
somehow
realized
what
he
was
being
born
into
,
and
had
grabbed
on
to
everything
handy
in
there
to
try
to
stave
off
being
born
.
The
doctor
reached
in
and
got
him
by
the
head
with
a
set
of
dulled
ice
tongs
and
jerked
him
loose
and
figured
everything
was
all
right
.
But
Pete
's
head
was
still
too
new
,
and
soft
as
clay
,
and
when
it
set
,
those
two
dents
left
by
the
tongs
stayed
.
And
this
made
him
simple
to
where
it
took
all
his
straining
effort
and
concentration
and
will
power
just
to
do
the
tasks
that
came
easy
to
a
kid
of
six
.
But
one
good
thing
--
being
simple
like
that
put
him
out
of
the
clutch
of
the
Combine
.
They
were
n't
able
to
mold
him
into
a
slot
.
So
they
let
him
get
a
simple
job
on
the
railroad
,
where
all
he
had
to
do
was
sit
in
a
little
clapboard
house
way
out
in
the
sticks
on
a
lonely
switch
and
wave
a
red
lantern
at
the
trains
if
the
switch
was
one
way
,
and
a
green
one
if
it
was
the
other
,
and
a
yellow
one
if
there
was
a
train
someplace
up
ahead
.
And
he
did
it
,
with
main
force
and
a
gutpower
they
could
n't
mash
out
of
his
head
,
out
by
himself
on
that
switch
.
And
he
never
had
any
controls
installed
.
That
's
why
the
black
boy
did
n't
have
any
say
over
him
.
But
the
black
boy
did
n't
think
of
that
right
off
any
more
than
the
nurse
did
when
she
ordered
Pete
removed
from
the
day
room
.
The
black
boy
walked
right
up
and
gave
Pete
's
arm
a
jerk
toward
the
door
,
just
like
you
'd
jerk
the
reins
on
a
plow
horse
to
turn
him
.
"
Tha
's
right
,
Pete
.
Less
go
to
the
dorm
.
You
disturbin
'
ever
'
body
.
"
Pete
shook
his
arm
loose
.
"
I
'm
tired
,
"
he
warned
.
"
C'mon
,
old
man
,
you
makin
'
a
fuss
.
Less
us
go
to
bed
and
be
still
like
a
good
boy
.
"
"
Tired
...
"
