Зеленая миля

Chapter 3

           Whartonstilllayunconsciousonhisbunk,Delacroixhadfallensilent,andJohnCoffeyhadnevermadeasinglenoiseatall,Isuddenlyrealized.Notapeep.Whichwasworrisome.

           IwentdowntheMileandglancedintoCoffey’scell,half-expectingtodiscoverhe’dcommittedsuicideinoneofthetwocommonDeathRowwayseitherhanginghimselfwithhispants,orgnawingintohiswrists.Nosuchthing,itturnedout.Coffeymerelysatontheendofhisbunkwithhishandsinhislap,thelargestmanI’deverseeninmylife,lookingatmewithhisstrange,weteyes.

           "Cap’n?"hesaid.

           "What’sup,bigboy?"

           "Ineedtoseeyou."

           "Ain’tyoulookingrightatme,JohnCoffey?"

           Hesaidnothingtothis,onlywentonstudyingmewithhisstrange,leakygaze.Isighed.

           "Inasecond,bigboy."

           IlookedoveratDelacroix,whowasstandingatthebarsofhiscell.Mr.Jingles,hispetmouse(Delacroixwouldtellyouhe’dtrainedMr.Jinglestodotricks,butusfolkswhoworkedontheGreenMilewereprettymuchunanimousintheopinionthatMr.Jingleshadtrainedhimself),wasjumpingrestlesslybackandforthfromoneofDel’soutstretchedhandstotheother,likeanacrobatdoingleapsfromplatformshighabovethecenterring.Hiseyeswerehuge,hisearslaidbackagainsthissleekbrownskull.Ihadn’tanydoubtthatthemousewasreactingtoDelacroix’snerves.

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