Зеленая миля

Chapter 2

           "Ifit’sastrangeplace."

           Ilookedathimthepuresizeofhimandfeltstrangelytouched.Theydidtouchyou,youknow;youdidn’tseethemattheirworst,hammeringouttheirhorrorslikedemonsataforge.

           "Yes,it’sprettybrightinhereallnightlong,"Isaid."HalfthelightsalongtheMileburnfromnineuntilfiveeverymorning."ThenIrealizedhewouldn’thaveanyideaofwhatIwastalkingabouthedidn’tknowtheGreenMilefromMississippimudandsoIpointed."Inthecorridor."

           Henodded,relieved.I’mnotsureheknewwhatacorridorwas,either,buthecouldseethe200-wattbulbsintheirwirecages.

           IdidsomethingI’dneverdonetoaprisonerbefore,thenIofferedhimmyhand.EvennowIdon’tknowwhy.Himaskingaboutthelights,maybe.ItmadeHarryTerwilligerblink,Icantellyouthat.Coffeytookmyhandwithsurprisinggentleness,myhandallbutdisappearingintohis,andthatwasallofit.Ihadanothermothinmykillingbottle.Weweredone.

           Isteppedoutofthecell.Harrypulledthedoorshutonitstrackandranbothlocks.Coffeystoodwherehewasamomentortwolonger,asifhedidn’tknowwhattodonext,andthenhesatdownonhisbunk,claspedhisgiant’shandsbetweenhisknees,andloweredhisheadlikeamanwhogrievesorprays.Hesaidsomethingtheninhisstrange,almostSouthernvoice

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