Broom Bromden the half-breed Indian back there hiding behind his mop and can’t talk to call for help. So she really lets herself go and her painted smile twists, stretches to an open snarl, and she blows up bigger and bigger, big as a tractor, so big I can smell the machinery inside the way you smell a motor pulling too big a load. I hold my breath and figure, My God this time they’re gonna do it! This time they let the hate build up too high and overloaded and they’re gonna tear one another to pieces before they realize what they’re doing! Is the Chief’s narrative of the Nurse’s interactions with the janitorial staff accurate? Read from, “Then… she sights those black boys…” to “...first morning of the week…”. Do you think it really happened this way, or is the Chief exaggerating?