Зеленая миля

Chapter 9

           We’dgivethemouttohimhalfadozenatatime,andonlythenifherememberedtoask.

           Mr.JingleswassittingbesideDelacroixonthebunkwhenwegotdownthere,holdingoneofthosepinkcandiesinhispawsandmunchingcontentedlyawayatit.Delacroixwassimplyovercomewithdelighthewaslikeaclassicalpianistwatchinghisfive-year-oldsonplayhisfirsthaltingexercises.Butdon’tgetmewrong;itwasfunny,arealhoot.ThecandywashalfthesizeofMr.Jingles,andhiswhitefurredbellywasalreadydistendedfromit.

           "Takeitawayfromhim,Eddie,"Brutalsaid,half-laughingandhalf-horrified."ChristalmightyJesus,he’lleattillhebusts.Icansmellthatpeppermintfromhere.Howmanyhaveyoulethimhave?"

           "Thishissecond,"Delacroixsaid,lookingalittlenervouslyatMr.Jingles’sbelly."Youreallythinkhe...youknow...bus"hisguts?"

           "Might,"Brutalsaid.

           ThatwasenoughauthorityforDelacroix.Hereachedforthehalf-eatenpinkmint.Iexpectedthemousetoniphim,butMr.Jinglesgaveoverthatmintwhatremainedofit,anywayasmeekascouldbe.IlookedatBrutal,andBrutalgavehisheadalittleshakeasiftosayno,hedidn’tunderstandit,either.ThenMr.Jinglesploppeddownintohisboxandlaythereonhissideinanexhaustedwaythatmadeallthreeofuslaugh.

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