It was Saturday. McMurphy sat slumped on a balcony facing the stars. His sister, Estrella, shouted at him through the sliding door, “McMurphy, you idiot! You let the dog out.”
Mikey intervened. “C’mon Estrella, you know what happened to him. It couldn’t have been him.”
“I don’t care,” said Estrella with a scowl, “he was a moron before that thing happened to him.”
“Are you guys talking about McMurphy?” asked McMurphy.
“Oh my God. He talked,” said Estrella.
Mikey took the shotgun out of the closet and headed towards McMurphy.