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Falconer 127<br />
his thighs and his chest and mumbled to Bumpo between groans,<br />
“Riot at The Wall. Twenty-eight hostages by the balls. Their balls<br />
equal freedom and amnesty.” He howled, bucked with his pelvis<br />
and then buried his face in the pillow, under which he could feel<br />
the beginnings of his radio, safe, he guessed, because with the staff<br />
half dead, scared and thinned, he’d bet by sick call there wouldn’t<br />
be any search for contraband.<br />
“You’re a great cash register,” said Bumpo clearly. “Why did the<br />
raisin look sad?”<br />
“Because he’s a dried prune?” asked Farragut.<br />
“No. Because he’s a worried grape,” said Bumpo.<br />
“No talking,” said Goldfarb.<br />
Then Farragut couldn’t remember what he had done with the<br />
typewriter key he had sharpened and used to cut wire. If it was<br />
found, classed as a shiv and traced back to him with fingerprints,<br />
he could get another three years. He tried to reenact all his<br />
movements in Marshack’s office: he counted the plants, heard<br />
Toledo speak about the pounds of flesh, went off to his office and<br />
sharpened the key. He had cut the wire, stuffed it into his pants,<br />
but haste and anxiety obscured what he had done with the key. He<br />
had turned off the lights, limped up the tunnel and explained to<br />
someone who didn’t exist that the humidity gave him<br />
rheumatism. He didn’t worry about the plants and the wire—it<br />
was the key that could incriminate him. But where was the key?<br />
On the floor by a plant, stuck into some soil or left on Marshack’s<br />
desk? The key, the key! He couldn’t remember. He could<br />
remember that Marshack had said he wouldn’t be back until four<br />
on Monday, but having said Monday he could not remember the<br />
day of the week. Yesterday had been short arm or was it the day<br />
before or the day before that when the Cuckold had swiped<br />
Chicken’s Bible. He didn’t know. Then Tiny relieved Goldfarb and<br />
read an announcement that opened with a date and Farragut was