Зеленая миля

Chapter 2

           Theshirtwasopentobelowhischest,andthesleevesstoppedsomewhereonhisforearms.Hewasholdinghiscapinonehugehand,whichwasjustaswell;perchedonhisbaldmahoganyballofahead,itwouldhavelookedlikethekindofcapanorgangrinder’smonkeywears,onlyblueinsteadofred.HelookedlikehecouldhavesnappedthechainsthatheldhimaseasilyasyoumightsnaptheribbonsonaChristmaspresent,butwhenyoulookedinhisface,youknewhewasn’tgoingtodoanythinglikethat.Itwasn’tdull-althoughthatwaswhatPercythought,itwasn’tlongbeforePercywascallinghimtheijitbutlost.Hekeptlookingaroundasiftomakeoutwherehewas.Maybeevenwhohewas.MyfirstthoughtwasthathelookedlikeablackSamson...onlyafterDelilahhadshavedhimsmoothasherfaithlesslittlehandandtakenallthefunoutofhim.

           "Deadmanwalking!"Percytrumpeted,haulingonthatbearofaman’swristcuff,asifhereallybelievedhecouldmovehimifCoffeydecidedhedidn’twanttomoveanymoreonhisown.Harrydidn’tsayanything,buthelookedembarrassed."Deadman"

           "That’llbeenoughofthat,"Isaid.IwasinwhatwasgoingtobeCoffey’scell,sittingonhisbunk.I’dknownhewascoming,ofcourse,wastheretowelcomehimandtakechargeofhim,buthadnoideaoftheman’spuresizeuntilIsawhim.

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