Зеленая миля

Chapter 4

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           Iswallowedthelastofmycolddrink,putthebottledownonthelittletable,andsaid:"Well?Doyou?"

           "Kids!"hecalleddownthehill,leaningforwardalittleinhischairtodoit."Y’allcomeonupherenowngetyourcookies!"Thenheleanedbackinhischairagainandlookedatme.ThatlittlesmiletheoneIdidn’tmuchcareforhadreappeared.

           "Tellyousomething,"hesaid."Youwanttolistenclose,too,becausethismightjustbesomethingyouneedtoknow."

           "I’mlistening."

           "WehadusadognamedSirGalahad,"hesaid,andcockedathumbatthedoghouse."Agooddog.Noparticularbreed,butgentle.Calm.Readytolickyourhandorfetchastick.Thereareplentyofmongreldogslikehim,wouldn’tyousay?"

           Ishrugged,nodded.

           "Inmanyways,agoodmongreldogislikeyournegro,"hesaid."Yougettoknowit,andoftenyougrowtoloveit.Itisofnoparticularuse,butyoukeepitaroundbecauseyouthinkitlovesyou.Ifyou’relucky,Mr.Edgecombe,youneverhavetofindoutanydifferent.CynthiaandI,wewerenotlucky."Hesighedalongandsomehowskeletalsound,likethewindrummagingthroughfallenleaves.Hepointedtowardthedoghouseagain,andIwonderedhowIhadmisseditsgeneralairofabandonmentearlier,orthefactthatmanyoftheturdshadgrownwhitishandpowderyattheirtops.

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