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They
take
me
with
the
Acutes
sometimes
,
and
sometimes
they
do
n't
.
They
take
me
once
with
them
over
to
the
library
and
I
walk
over
to
the
technical
section
,
stand
there
looking
at
the
titles
of
books
on
electronics
,
books
I
recognize
from
that
year
I
went
to
college
;
I
remember
inside
the
books
are
full
of
schematic
drawings
and
equations
and
theories
--
hard
,
sure
,
safe
things
.
I
want
to
look
at
one
of
the
books
,
but
I
'm
scared
to
.
I
'm
scared
to
do
anything
.
I
feel
like
I
'm
floating
in
the
dusty
yellow
air
of
the
library
,
halfway
to
the
bottom
,
halfway
to
the
top
.
The
stacks
of
books
teeter
above
me
,
crazy
,
zig-zagging
,
running
all
different
angles
to
one
another
.
One
shelf
bends
a
little
to
the
left
,
one
to
the
right
.
Some
of
them
are
leaning
over
me
,
and
I
do
n't
see
how
the
books
keep
from
falling
out
.
It
goes
up
and
up
this
way
,
clear
out
of
sight
,
the
rickety
stacks
nailed
together
with
slats
and
two-by-fours
,
propped
up
with
poles
,
leaning
against
ladders
,
on
all
sides
of
me
.
If
I
pulled
one
book
out
,
lord
knows
what
awful
thing
might
result
.
I
hear
somebody
walk
in
,
and
it
's
one
of
the
black
boys
from
our
ward
and
he
's
got
Harding
's
wife
with
him
.
They
're
talking
and
grinning
to
each
other
as
they
come
into
the
library
.
"
See
here
,
Dale
,
"
the
black
boy
calls
over
to
Harding
where
he
's
reading
a
book
,
"
look
here
who
come
to
visit
you
.
I
tole
her
it
wu
n't
visitin
'
hours
but
you
know
she
jus
'
sweet-talk
me
into
bringin
'
her
right
on
over
here
anyhow
.
"
He
leaves
her
standing
in
front
of
Harding
and
goes
off
,
saying
mysteriously
,
"
Do
n't
you
forget
now
,
you
hear
?
"
She
blows
the
black
boy
a
kiss
,
then
turns
to
Harding
,
slinging
her
hips
forward
.
"
Hello
,
Dale
.
"
"
Honey
,
"
he
says
,
but
he
does
n't
make
any
move
to
take
the
couple
of
steps
to
her
.
He
looks
around
him
at
everybody
watching
.
She
's
as
tall
as
he
is
.
She
's
got
on
high-heeled
shoes
and
is
carrying
a
black
purse
,
not
by
the
strap
,
but
holding
it
the
way
you
hold
a
book
.
Her
fingernails
are
red
as
drops
of
blood
against
the
shiny
black
patent-leather
purse
.
"
Hey
,
Mack
,
"
Harding
calls
to
McMurphy
,
who
's
sitting
across
the
room
,
looking
at
a
book
of
cartoons
.
"
If
you
'll
curtail
your
literary
pursuits
a
moment
I
'll
introduce
you
to
my
counterpart
and
Nemesis
;
I
would
be
trite
and
say
,
'
to
my
better
half
,
'
but
I
think
that
phrase
indicates
some
kind
of
basically
equal
division
,
do
n't
you
?
"
He
tries
to
laugh
,
and
his
two
slim
ivory
fingers
dip
into
his
shirt
pocket
for
cigarettes
,
fidget
around
getting
the
last
one
from
the
package
.
The
cigarette
shakes
as
he
places
it
between
his
lips
.
He
and
his
wife
have
n't
moved
toward
each
other
yet
.
