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The
black
boy
is
relieved
.
He
straightens
up
and
grins
,
raises
that
gray
hand
and
points
down
the
other
end
of
the
hall
to
one
of
the
big
ones
.
"
Mistuh
Washington
over
there
is
'
signed
to
the
laundry
duty
this
mornin
'
.
Not
me
.
No
.
"
"
Mr.
Washington
!
"
She
nails
him
with
his
mop
poised
over
the
bucket
,
freezes
him
there
.
"
Will
you
come
here
a
moment
!
"
The
mop
slides
without
a
sound
back
in
the
bucket
,
and
with
slow
,
careful
movements
he
leans
the
handle
against
the
wall
.
He
turns
around
and
looks
down
at
McMurphy
and
the
least
black
boy
and
the
nurse
.
He
looks
then
to
his
left
and
to
his
right
,
like
she
might
be
yelling
at
somebody
else
.
"
Come
down
here
!
"
He
puts
his
hands
in
his
pockets
and
starts
shuffling
down
the
hall
to
her
.
He
never
walks
very
fast
,
and
I
can
see
how
if
he
do
n't
get
a
move
on
she
might
freeze
him
and
shatter
him
all
to
hell
by
just
looking
;
all
the
hate
and
fury
and
frustration
she
was
planning
to
use
on
McMurphy
is
beaming
out
down
the
hall
at
the
black
boy
,
and
he
can
feel
it
blast
against
him
like
a
blizzard
wind
,
slowing
him
more
than
ever
.
He
has
to
lean
into
it
,
pulling
his
arms
around
him
.
Frost
forms
in
his
hair
and
eyebrows
.
He
leans
farther
forward
,
but
his
steps
are
getting
slower
;
he
'll
never
make
it
.
Then
McMurphy
takes
to
whistling
"
Sweet
Georgia
Brown
,
"
and
the
nurse
looks
away
from
the
black
boy
just
in
time
.
Now
she
's
madder
and
more
frustrated
than
ever
,
madder
'n
I
ever
saw
her
get
.
Her
doll
smile
is
gone
,
stretched
tight
and
thin
as
a
red-hot
wire
.
If
some
of
the
patients
could
be
out
to
see
her
now
,
McMurphy
could
start
collecting
his
bets
.
The
black
boy
finally
gets
to
her
,
and
it
took
him
two
hours
.
She
draws
a
long
breath
.
"
Washington
,
why
was
n't
this
man
issued
a
change
of
greens
this
morning
?
Could
n't
you
see
he
had
nothing
on
but
a
towel
?
"
"
And
my
cap
,
"
McMurphy
whispers
,
tapping
the
brim
with
his
finger
.
"
Mr.
Washington
?
"
The
big
black
boy
looks
at
the
little
one
who
pointed
him
out
,
and
the
little
black
boy
commences
to
fidget
again
.
The
big
boy
looks
at
him
a
long
time
with
those
radio-tube
eyes
,
plans
to
square
things
with
him
later
;
then
the
head
turns
and
he
looks
McMurphy
up
and
down
,
taking
in
the
hard
,
heavy
shoulders
,
the
lopsided
grin
,
the
scar
on
the
nose
,
the
hand
clamping
the
towel
in
place
,
and
then
he
looks
at
the
nurse
.
